#you are two opposing yet constantly pulling forces that will meet again and again

[vilevampire]

nothing quite as gay as declaring another man to be your "eternal rival"

[fallenbutterfly-nemesis]

Love the way you lie

Yami Sukehiro x reader

The base was unusually silent as Yami stood outside in the pouring rain, his clothes drenched and his hair plastered to his face. He was watching as Y/N walked away from him, her bag slung over her shoulder, steps determined, but he could see the pain in her eyes every time she glanced back.

Yami knew he’d gone too far this time. They’d argued before—too many times to count—but this time, she’d packed a bag. She was really leaving.

“Baby, please, come back,” he called out, his voice low but desperate. Y/N didn’t stop, her shoulders tense, like she was afraid to turn around because it would be too hard. He took a step forward, hands clenched, barely able to keep himself from pulling her back.

“It wasn’t you, baby, it was me,” Yami continued, feeling his voice strain against emotions he’d long kept buried. “I know I mess up. I know… I know I hurt you.” He swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep going, even though he was terrible at this—at talking, at being vulnerable. “Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems. Or maybe it is, but I don’t care.”

Y/N finally stopped, her back to him, one hand reaching up to wipe her cheek.

“Yami,” she whispered, voice trembling as she tried to keep herself steady. “We’re like a tornado and a volcano. We clash, over and over. And each time, it hurts more.”

“Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.” He tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone, but the frustration crept in. “But that doesn’t mean we’re broken. I know we’re messy, and I know I’m probably the worst part of it.” He took a deep breath, swallowing down his pride as he saw her shoulders drop, like she was fighting her own urge to turn back. “But all I know is, I love you too much to walk away now.”

She turned slowly, her face softened by the rain and streaked with fresh tears. Her voice was soft, barely audible over the storm. “Then why do you keep pushing me away, Yami?”

He shook his head, stepping closer until there was barely a breath between them. “I don’t mean to. I’m not good at this, but I… I’m trying. I need you to see that.” He reached out, brushing the wet strands of hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek. “Pick up your bags from the sidewalk, alright? Don’t you hear it in my voice when I say this?”

He felt his heart thudding against his chest, hoping she’d believe him this time, that she could see how raw he felt. “I told you, it was my fault. It’s always been my fault.” He dropped his hand, letting her choose if she wanted to stay.

For a moment, Y/N just stared at him, her eyes searching his face. And then, with a shaky sigh, she dropped her bag, letting it hit the wet ground. She took his hand, squeezing it tight. “Just… promise me you won’t let me down again.”

Yami pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, holding her as if he’d never let go. “I swear. I’m not letting go,” he whispered. And this time, as they stood together in the rain, he meant every word.

As the rain continued to pour, Yami and Y/N stood there in each other’s arms, surrounded by the silence that often follows the fiercest storms. But they both knew that this wasn’t over—these weren’t problems that would simply vanish with a few words or promises. They were drawn to each other in a way that felt both exhilarating and destructive, like two opposing forces constantly at odds. And yet, neither of them could imagine life any other way.

Yami pulled back slightly, searching her face with an intensity that made Y/N’s heart pound. “Why do we keep doing this?” he murmured, his voice rough. “We fight, we tear each other apart… but I still can’t walk away. I guess… maybe I love the way we lie.”

Y/N looked up at him, her gaze softening even as she knew the truth in his words. There was something in their relationship that felt like fire and ice colliding—beautiful, chaotic, and somehow impossible to resist. “I don’t want to keep hurting each other, Yami,” she whispered. “But i cant stop its like im addicted to you.. even when it hurts”

He gave a quiet laugh, brushing his fingers along her cheek. “Guess we’re both stuck in it then.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes closed, savoring the rare peace in this moment.

"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn," Y/N said softly, echoing the words she’d shouted at him before. “Sometimes, it feels like that’s what we’re doing, doesn’t it?”

Yami sighed, pulling her even closer. “Yea.. and you know what? I dont mind, not as long as its with you”

They both knew that being together was like playing with fire, but it was a fire that neither of them wanted to put out. It was a fire that burned them both, but at the same time, it was what kept them alive, what made them feel real. For Yami, it was the kind of connection he’d never found anywhere else, something he was willing to fight for, no matter how messy it got.

Y/N took his hand, looking up at him with a mixture of sadness and love. “Even if it’s crazy, I’d rather be here with you, even if it means burning a little.”

Yami nodded, his hand tightening around hers. “Then let’s burn together. No more walking away.”And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Yami and Y/N knew that they’d chosen this—chosen each other, even with all the chaos and pain. Because in the end, that fire was theirs alone, and they couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Was listening to the song while writing chat gimme a break✋🏻😔

[parvulous-writings]

Soot // Liu Kang X Reader

Request:    Tumblr seems to know I'm on a Mortal Kombat kick and showed me some of your work for it. They're wonderful!I was hoping you could indulge a bit? How about Liu Kang with the prompt, "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it."Poor boy in the movie looks like his hair is constantly being singed and washed with soot.

Requested by: ​@rhyske

Summary:  Some fluffy Liu Kang, using the prompt  "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it."

Warnings: none

Words: 1.4K

Notes: Am I on a Mortal Kombat rampage? Yes.  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

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A day’s training was always a grind.  It wasn’t that you truly lacked motivation, or the energy to train alongside him, it was just so repetitive. Day in, day out, the same motions, occasionally with a different training partner. Even with Liu Kang, your favourite sparring partner, sessions seemed to drag on for much longer than they actually did. You didn’t know what it was, but Liu let you leave the fight pit around mid morning, much earlier than usual.  “I can see your restlessness.” He told you, “Perhaps you  need a change of routine?” He suggested, and who were you to argue? He was most likely right, and you knew it. “I have a few things to do myself, today,” He told you, “So spend your free time as you wish.” He gave a brief, respectful bow, before striding off down a hallway and out of sight. What he could possibly need to do besides his rarely uncompleted chores was beyond you; he had always completed his chores long before everyone else had gotten up, he worked like clockwork. He was up at least two hours before dawn, just to make sure that he had enough time to finish off his allotted chores. It never changed. You tried not to think too much on what he could be doing, and instead tried to focus on clearing your mind, on something other than daily life in the temple. 

You went to sit on one of the high balconies of the temple, your eyes scanning over the horizon, it’s greenery and it’s barrenness. It was almost amusing, how diametrically opposed the horizon seemed to be, how conflicting it was. It showed how fickle the world could be- in it’s natural state, as well as it’s man-made counterpart. But the man-made portion could be brushed off, easily explained away; whilst the natural confliction... That was harder to explain, and there was beauty in that. It comforted and relaxed you, lulling you into a state of peace. Your eyes drift closed as your muscles find more relaxation than they had in a long time, even during late, peaceful nights. You don’t know how many hours it had been when you finally come to again. All you could tell is that it has been a fair while- the sun only just peaked through the clouds and the mountains in the distance, painting what you could see of the sky marvelous shades of rose, and merigold. Though you were momentarily transfixed by the beautiful sight, you forced yourself to push away from where you had ended up nesting, taking a moment to regain your footing; you made sure that you didn’t fall over when your head spun slightly by placing a palm against the wall, perhaps it was not such a good idea to rise from your resting place so suddenly. 

You start to wind your way through the endless corridors of Raiden’s temple, trekking your way through the structure until you arrived at the communal dining area. Not a cafeteria or canteen in the Western sense, but a large room where all the inhabitants of the temple could eat with their cohorts and companions during mealtimes. It was often used as a meeting place for more trivial matters amongst the monks, as well, as it was a landmark in some sense of the word. Only one other person occupied the space at the current time, and you sure didn’t mind his company. It was, of course, none other than Liu Kang. You slide into the seat next to him after grabbing yourself a few, dry snacks, leaving ample space between you both so that you didn’t intrude on his personal boundaries, you were aware of how highly he valued them outside of the fight pit and other training areas. He glanced to you, giving a subtle nod, and a tiny smile. You didn’t need words to greet each other, and you hadn’t done for a long time. There was something different about him, though. You couldn’t quite place it at first, but then it struck you. The side of his face and just under his his nose, frequent contact points of his face, were clean, not clad with specks of soot as they normally were. You looked a bit closer, and saw that his hair- usually clumped together, bound by soot and other fire-based grime- was back in it’s natural, clean state, a few individual strands flowing free in the gentle breeze from a few open-arch windows just behind the pair of you. You start to smile lightly, you always felt your heart beat just that little bit faster when you saw he was taking even a few minutes to look after himself rather than anyone else. He was such a selfless soul, to the point where he often neglected himself. You shuffle a little bit closer to him, which he didn’t mind- he thought you were trying to get warm, as you often did when you sat next to him, whether you were aware of it or not. Your hand starts to snake up over his shoulder to the raven hued strands, and Liu doesn’t notice at first. It isn’t until you carefully tugged at his hair that it got his attention. 

His eyes move to you, and he isn’t sure whether to move away from you or not. “What... What are you doing?” He questioned, his voice not much more than a whisper. His furrowed brows conveys his confusion, and it was a rather adorable look on him. He started to move his hand to take your wrist, his prayer beads clacking quietly, “(Y/N)?” He asked when he got no response from you, and you carefully bat his hand away.  "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it." You tell him, and he seems genuinely surprised by the news.  “You do?” Liu pauses briefly, lowering his hand, placing it back down on the table, by his bowl of soup. “You noticed?” He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly as he spoke.  “Of course I noticed!” You laugh gently, shaking your head at him a little bit. Your hand moved higher into his hair after his silent nod of consent, and you smile slightly as the pads of your fingers massaged his scalp. “You’re usually covered head to toe in soot...” You tease, causing him to smile along with you.  “The drawbacks of a fire arcana...” He mused, sighing contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair. It’s a heavenly feeling for him, your touch is perhaps the only one he is accustomed to in this intimate way. 

“Perhaps you should wash it more often.” You suggested playfully to him, and he chuckles in amusement. He turns his head ever so slightly, so that he could look at you and still have your hand in his hair.  “I hardly think that there’s time for that.” He said to you, half serious about the statement.  “Of course there is.” You tell him, still smiling warmly. “If not... You can get up just a little bit earlier to do it every other day.” You teased him, pulling your hand away from his scalp as you spoke, so you could nudge his shoulder gently. He nudged you back, though it was considerably weaker than your initial bump.  “Perhaps...” He mused, mentally entertaining the idea for a brief moment.  “If not... I can always do it for you in the evening.” You offered, shrugging lightly as he gave you a look as if to say ‘are you sure?’

You sat quietly together for a moment, both of your hands moving into his hair as he shuffled round to lay across your lap, wanting to make the most of the moment and the feeling of you being so sweet to him. His eyes start to close as his muscles lose most of their tension, his breathing becoming even and the epitome of calm. For a moment, you could have sworn he had fallen asleep there- not that you would have minded all that much. “Liu?” Your whisper broke the comfortable sheen of silence that had fallen over the pair of you. He hummed quietly in response, his eyes not opening, and he felt too relaxed to reply verbally just yet. “Should we get back to training, soon?” You asked him, and he sighs quietly.  “Alright... But let us just have a little while longer like this.” He tells you, patting your thigh gently. You smile down at his peaceful expression, and though you didn’t want to disturb him, you knew you would get in trouble with Lord Raiden if you slacked off for too long.  “Okay... Five more minutes?” You suggested to him, and he nods slightly in reply. “Five more minutes.” He confirms.

[sinisterlyhan]

03. jisung ; hyunsung /  8705 words

incubus!hyunsung, oral (m receiving), female reader, unprotected sex, choking kink, a mild hint of jealousy, a little fluff at the end

tw: slight mention of force

parts: 01 ; 02 ; 03

your hands fell onto your lap after another failed attempt at calling his name, a shy yet frustrated groan sounding from your throat as you covered your eyes with the heels of your palms.

you were seated right in the middle of a brand new sheet, one you bought from the local department store for the personal use of summoning demons. the white sheet has been painted on with a dark red glyph for almost twenty minutes now, and you still have yet to call up the boys you've been dying to meet; each time you chanted the spell, you stop just when you were supposed to speak their name.

a rush of embarrassment kept glowing over you for some reason. it seemed you have yet to get over how you managed to be turned into a damn filthy doll overnight, much like how your last encounter with jisung and hyunjin, which was already weeks ago, still lingered in the front lines of your head almost every waking second.

they have really fucked themselves into your head, everything from their intense glowy eyes to the scratch of their nails haunted your days and nights. and everything reminded you of them, starting with the unfading hickey jisung sucked onto your skin to the empty clench of your cunt that just constantly felt so overwhelming.

you haven’t been touched, kissed, nor filled up to the brim in weeks. your fingers and the vibrator you secretly got off online were not good enough to replace the blissful skin-to-skin sensation you knew those two demons would be more than capable of giving you.

and it was getting so bad, your neediness growing with each sunrise, to a point where just the mere thought of their faces was enough to make your head hazy with lust and longing.

but even then, you kept pushing back summoning them again for some reason. a very broken part of your heart kept forgetting how tightly jisung has cuddled your warm body to him, forgetting how gentle hyunjin had kissed your swollen lips and rubbing your sore skin, forgetting how kindly they have treated you after they practically fucked you into oblivion.

your mind kept wandering off to how they would react to you summoning them again, and somehow you developed an unreasonable fear of having your terrible assumption—that they wouldn’t want to see you again—becoming a reality.

it was a problem of your lack of self-worth; if the boys were here, they would have the scent of your insecurities sniffed out in seconds, and they would probably hate that.

“huh.” you exhaled slowly, trying to coax yourself into submission by thinking about the alternative, by remembering how good they have made you feel the night you first met them. you could have that right at your fingertips if you could just try. one of them even left you a note! “damn it, why is this so hard? freaking stupid, stupid han jisung!”

in the middle of your mildly insulting chant, where you repeatedly called hyunjin and jisung stupid when the truly stupid one in the room was you, the glyph you were seated on had glowed a bright, brilliant shade of blood red for a brief second before a shadowy substance appeared at the corner of your room. jisung soon morphed into shape, the black substance trickling off his shoulders into nothingness.

he took a look around your room. nothing has changed since the last time he has been in it; the mini-trinkets on your desk were still arranged on the same spot, your mattress was draped over with the same cover he fucked you on last time, and the basket of freshly cleaned, unfolded laundry stained of your that honey-sweet scent of your naked body.

jisung let him bask in your warm and homey room, his gaze finally making their way away from the furniture and onto you. he softened, his back relaxing and his eyes sparking a faint shade of red at the sight of you kneeling with your hands to your eyes.

supposed the only thing that changed was him; he came back to your room with more longing and more anticipation than he did last time. and if he has only able to enjoy half of his sexual encounters with other people before, he definitely hasn’t been able to enjoy any of them after he got a chance to lay with you.

“what are you doing?”

his low and tender voice snapped you out of your trance, and you yelped when you found him to be only inched away from your face after opening your eyes. his eyes were a golden shade of brown, like sunlight filtered through the gaps of trees, and looking into them made you dizzy.

“i… uhh…”

you hadn’t gotten a chance to speak when jisung leaned in to press his lips against yours. he went slow, he was thorough in recalling the shape of your mouth, none at all like the first time he kissed you. and you closed your eyes, your head leaning back when he pushed forward to deepen the kiss, wanting to taste more of you.

ahh, how jisung has missed you. your softness and your innocence, your lips and your tightness. he missed you much more than he wanted to miss you. it was like you infiltrated his head, like you just barged in without knocking or taking your shoes off, infuriatingly occupying his brain when all he wanted to do was to keep his cool and wait for you.

but it has been weeks since you last called. the desire to touch you burned inside him in ways he could not fathom.

this wasn’t supposed to happen to him; he wasn’t supposed to think about you when he has his cock stuffed inside somebody else, he wasn’t supposed to be so reluctant to chase his high in a stranger’s eyes, he wasn’t supposed to feel so anxious thinking that maybe you neglected him and called up hyunjin instead.

how was he supposed to stop himself when you finally appeared before him again? and without hyunjin’s presence as well? this felt like a miracle, a gift sent to him by god, a damn utopia.

leaning further into you, your back soon hit the thin white sheet that winkled when you both moved. you moved your legs, separating them so jisung could have access to the middle where he could comfortably lay his body on top of yours. and he had your hands pinned to the side of your head, fingers pressing onto your palm and his hands pressured against your wrists.

“ji–jisun–jisung–“

he kept kissing you, you couldn’t even find breaks in between to mumble into his mouth. his lips just kept moving against yours, devouring you and pouring out all his lonely sorrows as a sort of payback for taking so long to summon him again. after he was done with your lips, he slowly trailed down to your chin, planting kisses along the side of your face until he stopped at your neck.

“what took you so long, sweet cheeks?” he mumbled then, brushing his lips softly against your skin before he dove in.  

“i’m so–i’m sorry.” you angled your head, allowing him more access to attack your skin with soft smooches and light bites. the feeling of his wet mouth jolted your desperation out of you like lightning and suddenly, your head was filled with nothing else but the tingly sensation of being peppered with affection.

you were able to enjoy the euphoria for a while before you were lunged out of your colorful trance with the realization that jisung already had one hand slipped under your shirt. right, you finally remembered that he is an incubus and he had been summoned with the expectation of having sex with you like last time.

and while you were welcome to that, while you have been wanting that, within this impulsive of the moment, your brain short-circuited at the thought with a wave of horrible assumption about jisung’s unspoken feelings. it hit you again that what if he was rushing this? he barely said anything and went on to kiss you, was that desperation or impatience? was it because he couldn’t wait to touch you, or was it because he couldn’t wait to end it?

your eyes widened slightly and your brows furrowed. the cycle would continue when he’s done, with him having to go back to hell and you once again waiting another few weeks before you could bust up the courage to summon them again. you didn’t want that, you wanted jisung to stay longer. you’ve got to stall some time.

“oh, wait, jisung.”

your hand went down to grab his, stopping him from his advances. jisung pulled away from your neck and looked up at you, his brows furrowed at the interruption but he gave you the space you needed to speak.

as you tried to sit up, your legs moving to stand, you spoke, “wait, i need to do something first–“

“oh, please,” he huffed out, rolling his eyes before he leaned in to try and attach his lips to yours again. “fuck that, it can wait,”

you turned your cheek, his lips landing on your hair and causing him to grimace in annoyance. you pushed your hands to his shoulders, moving him away from you as you clarified, “just a moment! let me summon hyunjin too.”

“woah, hey, hold on,” jisung said after a moment of processing, a huff of laughter stuffed between as he looked at you in disbelief. “i thought this would just be you and me.”

you paused nervously. his face was unreadable, in a way that there were too many emotions mixed in you couldn’t tell which one was the dominant one. was it the disappointment in his pout? or it could be the faint anger hiding behind the red sparks of his eyes? whatever it was, you just knew he was very opposed to the side of calling hyunjin up as well, and you weren’t sure how to respond to that.

your original plan was to call both of them, but since you had forgotten how you did it last time so now you have to summon them up individually. perhaps jisung got the wrong idea after you accidentally said his name out loud enough for the ritual to hear you.

“well, i just thought because last time–“ you fiddled with your finger awkwardly, your head hung low as you refused to look at him out of embarrassment. “i just didn’t…”

“didn’t what?” jisung asked, his voice raised stoically.

the doorbell of your home suddenly rang, saving you from jisung’s intense gaze with a distraction. you looked away from him to the door of your bedroom with brightened eyes, your mood instantly lifted when you tore yourself away from the million-dollar question you have yet to find the perfect answer for.

“i’ll go get that real quick,” you mumbled under your breath as you scrambled up to your feet and left your room.

it was just the girl who lived next door asking you about the jumpy internet in the residential building recently. you were hoping it would be somebody with better conversation skills, perhaps the old lady who would occasionally bring after school snacks over to your home, at least she would want to ask you how your day went and you could stall more time before you have to go back to the awkward tension.

as you watched her frown at you for trying to stretch out the conversation more than it should, her distracted eyes slowly moved away from your face to the boy who had crept up silently behind you. seeing that she had stopped paying attention to you, you curiously glanced behind your shoulder and immediately got startled to find jisung only inches away from your back.

“you scared me,” you hissed, giving his arm a shove. “i’m just talking to my neighbor! go back to my room!”

jisung furrowed his brows at you, refusing to budge even as you gave him a few shoves on the shoulders. the nonchalant look behind the stranger’s eyes was pissing him off for some reason—this little shit. he would have gotten his answer by now if she hadn’t rung the doorbell, or at least he would have dove right back into kissing you again and left the problem unattended.

he could have convinced you to leave hyunjin wherever he was right now so he could have you all to himself. but no, someone has to come up and ruin everything for him. and judging by the spark of realization and mischief behind her eyes, she was about to ruin it even more for him.

“oh–oh wait. holy shit, no way,” she said with a tone of disbelief, her jaw dropping as she tried not to laugh from shock. pointing a finger at jisung, she glanced at you and whispered just loud enough for all three of you to hear. “is this the hyunjin you kept screaming about lately?”

your cheeks reddened at the comical smirk she was flashing you, genuine curiosity laying behind her face as she glanced between a very pissed-off jisung and a very humiliated you, as if she was trying to see if you two would fit together well enough that she could see you two having sex together. you didn’t even have to turn around to feel jisung tense from behind you, the hotness of his body radiating in a threatening way.

oh, this is bad, really bad.

for one, you had no idea she was able to hear you through the apartment walls. you thought you were being quiet enough just in case you couldn't hear your parents returning home from work, but it could also be possible that you have shamelessly let out a few cries of his name during the neediest moments of your imagination, your hand repeatedly sliding the vibrator into your core as you tried so hard to remember the feeling of his cock.

she could have heard those unfulfilling climaxes you had. but fuck, out of all the times you’ve pleasured yourself, she just coincidentally decided to only pick up the ones when you moaned hyunjin’s name instead of jisung’s? and she dared to knock on your door and expose it to your face as well!

humiliating, embarrassing, stupid! you were trying so hard not to seem like you were being needy just in case you appeared pathetic! now all your effort to stall time, thus creating such an awkward tension, has gone to waste.

“please leave,” you said meekly, gesturing your arm to the side where her flat was located with a flushed face. “just go, oh my god, go.”

jisung’s fury did not falter as the girl gave you a nod before she left with a giggle she failed to surprise. he kept glaring at her head until she left, and then his eyes shifted to the back of your head and he simply tensed up even more than before.

oh, the way his heart just dropped to his stomach when he heard that you’ve been calling hyunjin’s name was beyond anything he has ever felt. first, it was you wanting to call him up, now it was about you touching yourself to the thought of him. oh the devils, could this get any worse for jisung?

he was already confused about his affection enough, now to have it all thrown at his face with hellfire was nothing he could handle properly. the disappointment, the heartbreak, the burning sensation ignited along the paths of his veins leading directly to his scratched-up heart—it was like his world stopped turning for a moment like he just found out you cheated on him.

but you could never cheat on him because you were never his, to begin with. he was just an incubus, so was hyunjin. that was all there was to it, at least that was all there was supposed to be. and since humans can play favorites, while they can call up whoever they wanted, it seemed to him that you have chosen your pick, and the demon wasn’t him.

jisung didn’t know why you called him up then, but since you did anyway, he figured he’d just try to discard his emotions and fuck you like he does everyone else. and a part of him wanted to do that in order to gain some sort of validation from you, to hear you moan because of him, to see that he could be on par with hyunjin in terms of pleasuring you.

he wouldn’t admit it, but he just wanted you to like him back, even just a little bit.

“jisung, don’t listen to her–“ you went to place a hand on his shoulder, but your wrist was gabbed in a millisecond before he started to yank you back into his house. your steps stumbled as you tried to stop him, eyes wide in confusion at his sudden force. “wait, hold on, what are you doing?”

he turned around abruptly, his hand reaching behind your head to cup your neck before he leaned close to your ear. when he spoke, his voice was hauntingly low it almost sounded surreal. “get in the house before i fuck you out here in the hall,” he whispered. “you bet i’ll make sure everyone living on this floor knows who i am.”

you shivered at his words, your knees weakening slightly at the anticipation for what could come but also from the way he was looking at you. his hooded eyes were furious and his grip was deadly, much worse than the first time he grabbed you on the chin.

you would welcome the roughness if it was within the context that the situation ha escalated to that point, but this—this was too abrupt, you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy it.

“jisung, are you oka–“ you got cut off when he growled under his breath. he pulled you into the house himself, slamming the door shut before pushing your back against it with an aching shove.

your hands gripped his flexed arms when he pressed his lips against yours harshly, pushing your head back against the wooden door. he immediately started to suck on your bottom lip without giving you a second of rest, a small whine leaving your lips as he poked his tongue between the gaps of your teeth. he swiped across your bottom teeth, pulled his tongue back, and bit on your lip again.

you were trying so hard to reciprocate the kiss, to move along with his pace, but it felt like you were reverted to when he kissed you for the first time where he was moving too fast and too rough. you weren’t enjoying it, you didn’t like it at all.

“ow–jisung!” you turned your face and pushed him away from you when you felt a sudden sting at your bottom lip. you stopped at arm’s length where you could finally see him clearly, turning to him with wide eyes and an opened mouth.

it was lucky of you to even have the strength to tear him away from you, but you got even luckier when you caught his eyes and he responded to the utter confusion hidden beneath them. his hands dropped from your waist when he glanced at your red, swollen lips that had just a trace of blood lingering on top.

you looked almost appalled by what he did, with your brows furrowed at the red drop you touched onto your fingertip. “jisung, why did you do that? that hurts!”

“i–“ jisung paused. his previous thought to just get you over with vanishing within a blink of an eye when he realized he’s actually caused harm this time. he curled his hands into fists, his muscles tensing up at the thought that you probably hate him even more than you already do, now that he’s let his jealousy and insecurity overwhelm his head. “i’m so sorry, (name).”

you raised your brows, softening at his mellow voice. he couldn’t even look at you when he apologized, and you could see how tensed up he was. perhaps he was ashamed of what he did, perhaps he felt bad that he had taken his anger out on you when he shouldn’t; either way, while still being quite annoyed that he didn’t try a calmer approach, you were appreciative of his sincere apology.

short and straight to the point. no excuses or whatnots. it was already better than how a lot of humans like to do it these days.

“hey,” you called out softly as you stepped up to cup his cheeks in your hands. you searched his eyes, caress his heart with your tender gaze when he finally found it in himself to look back at you. you arched a brow playfully, your thumbs pressing into his cheeks as you said, “you gotta look at people when you talk to them, you know?”

he pursed his lips together, his heart hammering in his chest. you didn’t smell of hated at all, you simply smelt like you—sweet like honey, soft as freshly washed laundry.

once again you set aside the madness and the pain of your own to cradle him in your arms like he held some sort of importance in your life, because your compassion rivaled that of the galaxy. and at this point, he could be all but annoyed and jealous.

jisung was just confused, with a little bit of longing, and perhaps he was in love.

“i’m so sorry i hurt you,” he muttered under his breath, his bottom lip slightly jutting out.

“i forgive you,” you said. “but i’d like to know why you got so rough all of a sudden?”

now it was his turn to get flustered. admitting to his wrongdoings and apologizing was already a brand new world for him, as refreshing and relieving as it felt to hear that you didn’t hold any grudges against what he did. but to admit that he felt jealous? that he felt inferior to another incubus, not to mention the said incubus was hwang hyunjin?

oh hell, no, that was the line he wasn’t sure if he wanted to cross.

“jisung?” you called him again, eyes patient and hands soft.

he looked at you, brows furrowed with defeat at the mercy of your hands; he had come to realize there isn’t any line he wouldn’t be willing to cross for you.

“it’s just….” he sighed. “you don’t scream my name.”

for some reason, the thought didn’t feel as embarrassing as it did when it was first revealed just a minute ago. your cheeks didn’t flush red and your voice didn’t tremble in an attempt to find a terrible excuse to cover the matter up.

you only breathed out a soft laugh, amused. something about the way jisung seemed to genuinely upset that you never thought about him when you were fucking yourself was, in some ways, adorable.

he had no idea how many times you thought about him at night, yearning for his hands to roam around your body, desperate for the strength and speed you couldn’t provide for yourself.

“oh, but i do, i have,” you said, leaning closer to his face. “she just didn’t hear me when i did.”

he huffed, rolling his eyes to the side slightly to express his dissatisfaction. he wasn’t really upset at you anymore, he just wished he didn’t have to be mistaken as hyunjin and that he didn’t have to hear about him being excluded from your dirty fantasies. but his moody thoughts soon faded when you squished his cheeks, leaning even closer to him until your noses touched.

“how can i make it up to you, hmm?” you asked under your breath, looking into his eyes as you nudged the side of his nose, rubbing against it teasingly before you leaned in to kiss him.

oh, where the hell did this boldness come from? jisung wasn’t sure and neither were you, but you were both enjoying it to the fullest as your mouths moved against each other slowly. there was a sense of hotness in the way your lips moved, trying to find the perfect angle and the perfect pressure  so he wouldn’t leave a single inch of you unattended.

your back was pushed against the door again as the moment got more urgent. jisung pressed himself up towards your body, chest to chest with his knee forced between your legs. you hummed when he kneaded up on your clothed heat, rubbing against your clit and giving you a jolt of stimulation you’ve been needing all this time.

he finally found it in himself to pull away from him after a few more rubs of his knee against your heat, and he instinctively placed a hand to the back of your neck to keep you close. he pressed his forehead against yours, his chest heaving to catch his breath. his eyes were darker now, but unlike before, they didn’t lack softness in them when he asked carefully, “can you let me do what i want with you, sweet cheeks?”

“yeah.” you nodded without giving it another thought.

the last thing you saw was a spark of red before jisung dove into your face. you shut your eyes, feeling his lips on yours for a rough second before he traveled down to your jaw and your neck, sucking and biting even more hickeys on your skin to overlap the previous ones that haven’t faded yet. his hands roamed around your figure as he buried himself in your scent, squeezing your flesh and cupping your breasts to elicit any type of response from you.

he needed to hear you, badly, whether it was a gasp or a whimper. and like he suspected, your sounds were much more achieving than anybody else’s he has heard these few weeks.

“fuck, jisung–“ you gasped after his hand found their way to the waistband of your short, and he didn’t hesitate in yanking the fabric off your hips so he could tug your pantie to the side and slip a finger between your folds.

“seems like you’ve missed me, sweet cheeks,” he gloated, feeling your walls shrink under his slow pumping, hugging his finger tightly as he slipped it in and out of you.

you hummed out a whimper of agreement when he forced your walls to expand by adding another finger inside, your juices a teasing trail rolling down the gaps between his fingers. and he was really thinking you’d at least be a little used to this after you’ve finally started to finger yourself in your own time, suppose nothing can ever replace the way he does it, not even yourself.

ahh, he couldn’t wait. he couldn’t wait for the moment he could finally push himself inside of you, to feel the first stretch hyunjin beat him to last time. you’re gonna be so good for him, he just knew it.

his thorough pace turned quicker and quicker by the second, and soon the squelching sound of your juices echoed throughout the living room. the tightening in your abdomen was getting overwhelming with each shove of his fingers inside your hole, and each time you could feel your knees giving out more and more. jisung was the only thing holding you up as you sink yourself into the pleasure of not having to do this by yourself, his arm gripping red fingerprints on the side of your waist.

for someone who was going at a pace where his main goal was to chase your high, it came as a disappointing surprise when jisung suddenly pulled his fingers out of you. your whine faltered mid-way and you looked down at him, your brows furrowing questioningly at him. he only smirked, utterly enjoying the way you blushed when he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked a long stripe up his wet finger.

you watched him suck his fingers clean with a fried mind, part of you too shy to say anything while the other part of you screamed at how alluring the flicks of his tongue was. and you didn’t complain when he leaned in to kiss you, poking his tongue into your mouth to lather your essence all over you.

as you panted into his mouth, he reached down to tug at your thighs and guided them around his waist. your circles your arms around his neck, feeling him push you against the door with a thrust at your wet core, his cock hard and vivid under his pants. you tugged at his hair, your hand clawing at his back as he continued to push himself against you for a faint taste of sweet friction, and you pouted with a whine as you moved away for a little.

“jisung…” you wanted more, you wanted to feel him. and he was only a thin piece of fabric away yet he wasn’t giving it to you.

his eyes trailed down to the string of saliva connecting your lips, and even lower he could see the colors he painted onto your skin. all of them fueled him to want more, to finally rid you of your last piece of clothing and just pound into you as he wishes.

“what?” he asked when he finally looked back at you, slightly annoyed that you broke the kiss but he tilted his head when he saw the dazed and needy look on your face. he wasn’t sure when you started to be so bold; last time he checked you were still flustered over hyunjin eating you out, and now you were here asking him to fuck you with pleading eyes.

jisung didn’t hate it, but if you were going to beg for him then you better start using your words. and even then, he might not give you exactly what you want.

“what do you want?” he asked in a hush, his face moving to your neck and licking up your skin.

you pursed your lips together at his question, trying to focus on your thoughts but feeling extremely distracted at the way his tongue flickered across your sensitive spot. you knew what you wanted, just not so much how to say it out loud. and it seemed that your shyness has come back from its short-term vacation because just thinking about filthily begging to be stuffed has got your cheeks tainted red.

jisung’s fingers ran up your body, tapping harsh touches on your skin as they ran up your side and your bones before his hand reached your chin. he grabbed a firm hold of your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he yanked your head to the side to give himself more access to your neck.

“i asked what do you want, baby,” he huffed out near your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “answer me before i leave you with nothing, mmhm?”

“i… i want…” you gulped nervously, finding it hard to swallow your saliva when he has your face squeezed so tightly in the palm of his hand. “i want you to fuck me.”

jisung raised a brow in disdain, staring at you in mock boredom. your voice was hopeless enough for his liking, so small and weak that it gave him a sense of arousing power. your throat bobbed under the influence of his strength, desperately trying to get rid of the liquid gathering up around your inner-cheeks. it was good, but not good enough. it lacked an element in it that he was itching to have.

“is that how you ask people for a favor, sweet cheeks?” he asked, tightening his grip and pushing your head further against the door.

you whimpered at the pain, silently finding it confusing how it could mix in so well with the thrill piling up in your chest. you should be scared with the amount of force he was putting on your small, little face but you weren’t. if anything, you found his demands alluring and his force sexy, you just wanted to feel even smaller under his grasp.

“no–no,” you replied.

“so tell me again,” he said, his enjoyment from watching you squirm in embarrassment the only thing keeping his patience intact. because no matter how strong of a front he was putting up right now, the smell of your essence wafting before his nose was, still, making him spiral into madness. “what do you want?”

“i want you to fuck me, ple–please,” you pleaded, your eyes rolling upwards when you heard a low chuckle from him. your hands went up to his wrist, holding on him as your shoulders rose with your heavy breathing. “please, jisung, i want you to fi–fill me up. please, i want to feel you.”

you were so adorably shy. it’s almost cute if jisung wasn’t aching to finally plunge himself into your right now.

abruptly yanking you by the neck, his eyes took a quick scan of your living room before he dragged you along with him to where the dining table was. his hand briefly let go of you just so he could push your chest against the wooden surface, your head almost hitting down the vase located in the middle.

“wait, right here?” you asked, your eyes wide as you tried to look up.

“yes,” jisung replied, pushing your head back down as he leaned against your back to speak at your ear. “you said you’ll let me do anything i want with you, so i say i’m fucking you where you eat.”

the discomfort of your breasts being squished against the surface melted in with your eagerness when you heard jisung fumbling with the belt of his pants. oh, you’ve been waiting for this day, you’ve been waiting so impatiently and so desperately for his cock, you couldn’t even begin to explain how excited you were to be able to feel that incredible stretch they gave you again.

jisung pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants, gripping it in his hands when it left his pants all loose around his waist. before he could discard it on the floor, however, a second glance gave him a sudden bulb of an idea. he looked at the belt in his hand and glanced back at your body, pinned up uselessly against the surface as you waited for him.

a hum escaped his lips as he removed his hand from your back and brushed your hair away from your back. he clicked his tongue in thoughts, his eyes reddening as he gently ran the back of his finger across your exposed neck. and then he smirked, his grip tightening around his belt for a moment before he released it to let the length drop.

you gasped when you felt jisung pull your head up by your hair, and before long he threw his belt over the curve of your neck and buckled it up at the back. your brows furrowed in confusion, unsure what he was doing exactly until he used his hand to tighten the excess part of the belt. he punctured a hole through the leather with the sharp prong before he looped it through and tightened it around your neck.

it was a choker made out of his belt, you could feel the rusty metal buckle on your flesh. it was a manual leash around your neck he could tug at whenever he wanted to.

you couldn’t see his face, but he was grinning the whole while he shrugged off his pants and pulled his hardened member out of the confines of his boxers. somehow just staring at you with a mock dog leash on your neck was enough to arouse him to the maximum, pre-cum leaking off his tip and dripping down his length like melted chocolate. he pumped his length a few times, rubbing his own cum all over to lube it up a little before he positioned himself at your entrance.

you sucked in a breath, your cheek pressed against the table with your breathing increasing. he was gathering up your wetness by running his tip up and down your slit, making sure you were prepared enough before he slides himself in. it felt so tingly, like needles ghostly being dragged up and down your back. that was until he finally pushed himself in, slowly and carefully, when the needles started to poke instead of a brush.

jisung cursed under his breath at your automatic clench. he didn’t feel this last time; like hyunjin said, he fucked you loose before jisung got the chance to slip himself inside of you. your walls were closing down on him dangerously and slowing down his movement. he could feel the slick skin within clamping down on him to add pressure on his cock, and he tried his best not to shove himself all the way in.

that would be painful for you. besides, the initial stretch is often the best pleasure to have.

he stayed in you for a moment after only pushing in half-way, sweat already starting to gather at his forehead. you moaned meanwhile he continued the cycle of pulling out and slowly slipping back in, helping you with adjusting to his size and making sure you could feel him thoroughly before he fucked your senses away from your head.

“you doing good, sweet cheeks?” he asked, leaning down to place a kiss on your arm as his hands snuck under your shirt to squeeze your boob.

“yeah,” you replied breathlessly, bumping your forehead against the surface at the feeling. “jisung–jisung, please move.”

“you’ve really missed my cock, huh?” he chuckled, complying with your request and rolling his hips against your ass.

you nodded, your hum a weak squeal. “yeah, i’ve missed your cock, jisung,” you said desperately, your hands curling into fists as you rubbing your cheek against the wooden surface.

fuck, you’ve yearned for this feeling. this torn feeling at your abdomen where his cock moved sluggishly in and out of your cunt, his hot skin a million times better than a vibrating plastic toy. and your greediness was growing with each stroke of blissful abandon, your walls clenching in an indication that you wanted him more. harder and faster.

“ahh! jisung please, please move faster,” you whined against the table, your hot breath bouncing back against your face. “please fuck me.”

he furrowed his brows, feeling quite annoyed that you were down there yapping about wanting more when he was putting in most of the work. but granted, he wasn’t feeling too bad himself. in fact, your pussy was making him feel absolutely elated; your clench giving his dick the right amount of pressure, your moans of his name giving him just the validation and reassurance he needed, and you’ve picked up quickly on the slutty begging.

oh devils—jisung could imagine the look on hyunjin’s face when he found out you two have done it without his presence, and the fact that he’s fucked the filthy obedience into your head. fuck, he was over the moon just thinking about it!

“it’s not good to be impatient, sweet cheeks,” he scolded lowly before a smile reached his lips. “but since you begged so nicely, i guess i can give you what you want.”

your jaw dropped at the sudden snap of his hip, a really strong one that pushed you up the table. and starting from then on, there were no more breathy moans and soft whimpers anymore.

jisung was pounding into you hard and fast, so much that the table began to squeak under the weight and the vase in the middle rattled threateningly close to your head. the sound of hot skin slapping echoed throughout the room, mixing in with your cries of his name until your voice came to a choked halt.

with a swift yank, your head snapped upwards and your back arched at the pressure of jisung tugging at his belt. the leather pulled at your throat, sticking against it and printing a red collar shape on your delicate skin. it was cutting your air as much as his hand could have, making your moans extremely strained and throaty.

this felt dirty. you were literally being treated like a dog on a leash right now, your head forced up by his belt as he thrust into you from behind. jisung’s grunts were hoarse, his growls sending waves of shivers pitter-pattering down your heart because he was enjoying himself so much using your hole. and you shamelessly liked it, the guilted part of your heart found immense pleasure from being treated like this.

noticing the way you got louder with him pulling at your throat, jisung couldn’t help but breathe out a sinister laugh as he pulled on his belt even more. your torso went up with his force, feeling his chest press against your back for a brief second before you arched off with the way he was hitting you at this new angle.

his hand continued to stimulate your nipple as he dragged your head back against his shoulder when his fingers moved up the tug at the back of his belt collar. you choked out a moan when he pulled at it, feeling the metal buckle straining against your bones.

he kissed your shoulders as if that could soothe you down from the way he relentlessly pounded into you, your voice urging his never-ending stamina to keep fucking you until he could feel your release.

“fuck, jisung!” you suddenly cried when you felt his tip brush deep into your hole, finding and thrusting up against your g-spot. your body jolted and your knees buckled at the zap of electricity coursing through your veins, scratching up an aching burn in your abdomen.

“am i making you feel good, hmm?” he mused, brushing his nose along your shoulder before he pulled your head back further to kiss your cheek. “ugh, i’ve missed you so much.”

he moved faster, stimulating your sweet spot with quick and greedy thrusts, making you lose your sanity to a point where all you could do was hang out mouth open and look up at the ceiling. he chuckled; you couldn’t remember any words.

your cunt had started to quiver slightly before, but the trembling of your walls were getting more and more overwhelming that jisung wasn’t able to ignore it anymore. you were getting closer to your climax. he knew just from your lack of words and your seductive scent changing from warm honey to dark roses.

deciding to change position, he slipped himself outside of you with a quick plop before spinning you around. you could feel one moment of emptiness, but the hollowness faded quickly when jisung immediately hoisted your body up on the edge of the table.

he spread your legs apart with his hands and before you could even snap out of your trance, he had inserted himself back into you, continuing where he left off to chase after your high.

he tugged at his belt to move you forward, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss you tried to keep up with. it was mostly just jisung sucking on your lips while you moaned your pleasures out and instinctively opened your legs even more for him. he could feel his own knot tightening at his tip whenever the sound of your essence gurgling inside your pussy gets too loud, and he couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of your juices coating his cock again, to feel the hot white substances trailing past his skin.

“jisung–i’m–mmm–jisung,” you whined into his mouth, feeling him pull away to look at your squinted eyes.

“cum around me, sweet cheeks,” he demanded, his hand moved to your trembling thighs, squeezing them for support so he could steady his pace and his strength. “you better fucking scream my name when you do it, or else we’re starting over again.”

you could feel the pleasure piling up, adding to the pain you felt at your ass where the edge of the table pressed against your bones. and with one last thrust, with one last scream of his name, your orgasm unraveled and your cum spilled all over your walls. jisung grunted at the warmth, his cock being clenched with brand new, sticky white walls that inked your cum onto his skin.

looking down when he pulled away, his mouth hung open at the cum that dripped out of your cunt and the lines of your whiteness that splattered onto him. he could feel his dick twitch at the sight, and he quickly shoved himself back inside you both to reach his own orgasm and to ask for more of your juices.

the thought of having your essence all over him an incredibly heavenly idea. and all of this—this lustful euphoria, this demonic insanity he felt has only happened with you. he hasn’t felt this way in weeks, or ever before that, actually.

fucking other humans just doesn’t feel the same as fucking you, because jisung didn’t like anyone else.

a throaty moan left his lips when he felt tingles all over his cock, he knew he was close. removing himself away from you suddenly, he stepped back and pulled at his belt to yank you off the table. your weak legs made you go down immediately, your knees hitting the ground with a bang and your face presented right in front of jisung’s glistening cock.

“open up,” he said, circling his belt around his knuckles before he pulled you up.

your mouth was forced open with that sudden pull, a yelp being muffled as soon as jisung stuck himself inside of your mouth. you still weren’t very used to this, even after having both of them spread your mouth open with their cocks last time.

your mere mouth wasn’t able to take him whole before and you couldn’t suddenly be able to now without any practice, therefore you were left a messy, choking mess when jisung bottomed out in your mouth. not to mention he was yanking you up by the throat, causing heavy trouble in your breathing.

your neck hurt from constantly facing skyward, your mouth limp from being forced open, and your gag reflex a nightmare when his tip kept brushing against your uvula. even then, though, you could see that jisung was having the time of his long, long life.

his eyes were shut and his head thrown back slightly, grunts and moans were leaving his lips like a mantra. it was an angelic sight to see him enjoy himself like this, abusing your throat and mindlessly yanking at your neck.

not to be narcissistic but you took pride in yourself for being able to pleasure him like this.

his cum was still bitter the way you remembered from last time. you swallowed them down as he released them, your throat bobbing against the leather belt as you drank down his heavy load. this felt even more than last time, and you wondered if he hadn’t been able to release his sexual frustration lately.

jisung pulled away from your mouth, his dick limp against his thighs with the shimmering of saliva reflected on the skin. he looked down at you when you started to cough for air, your hands reaching up to wipe off the dripping drool around your lips. sighing out a heavy exhale, he leaned down slightly to tug your body up by the mock leash. he muffled your gasp with his lips, tasting himself on it for a brief moment before pulling away to stare at you.

your eyes teary and hazed, your hair a tousled mess, your lips wet with saliva and cum, your neck and collarbones painted with red marks and purple bruises. and oh fuck, you look stunning like this.

“i…” he shut his mouth.

oh, devils, he almost said it.

his eyes softened at your fragile frame then, the previous aggressiveness fading in a second. he knelt beside you, his hands fumbling to release his belt from your neck before throwing the accessory aside.

he ran his hand across your red skin, a gentle grimace on his face as he soon circled his arm around your torso and brought you to his body. tilting your head up, he laid kitten licks across the hot skin and kissed the afterglow of the pain away. you let him, still trying to catch your breath from the previous encounter.

jisung pulled away from you after he was down patting down your neck with his lips, and he smiled a little at you with a pet to the side of your head. you were smiling at him, your eyes teary and your lips red; he thought you looked great, sexy even. especially more since he did this to you.

tentatively moving closer to you, he looped his arms around your back and under your legs before he pulled you into his arms and held you up bridal style. he slumped down on the couch, marveling at the softness of it as he cuddled you close to his chest.

“are you feeling okay?” he asked, glancing down at you and kissing the top of your head. “you did so well, baby, but did i hurt you?”

you shook your head, leaning against his shoulder with your eyes closed. “it’s fine, i actually kind of liked that.” you giggled. “thank you for making me feel so nice again, i’ve been waiting for it for weeks.”

jisung hummed, his thumb running circles on your skin to calm you down. something seemed to be irking at his chest when he heard that and he tilted his head in confusion, wondering exactly which part of it made him feel so. it took him a while to remember your past conversations, the one you two hastily shared when you just summoned him into your room.

“oh, right, you never answered me,” he said. “what took you so long? it has been weeks.”

you opened your eyes then, staring ahead at the space on the wall. you debated whether you wanted to tell jisung about it, a problem that was rooted so deep inside your self-esteem that you thought perhaps he didn’t need to know.

but he was so caring and so careful with you as the aftermath of sex, just being in his embrace right now felt more at home than being within the space you two were in.

your initial worry that maybe he and hyunjin didn’t like you as much as you hoped they would felt almost… idiotic now.

“it’s… it’s a personal problem,” you replied. “i won’t do it again next time. i promise you’ll see me again soon after you leave today.”

jisung frowned. you didn’t exactly smelt of lies, but your tone felt deceiving. there was a reason why you didn’t reveal the reason behind your delay, though, and jisung thought better about questioning it. having you breathe calmly in his arms, vulnerable and naked, was a moment he wouldn’t destroy for the world.

“you promise?” he chuckled. “not gonna make me miss you too much again?”

you bit your lower lip gently, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “you missed me?”

“i think both me and hyunjin did,” he said, shifting a little. “but i definitely missed you more than he did.”

you giggled quietly, nuzzling your head against his chest. “does everything have to be a competition between you both?”

jisung hummed. no, but they liked it that way. and he reckoned hyunjin would want to do something akin to this to you if he knew that this private encounter happened. a short laugh escaped his lips then as he held you against his chest.

he’d like to see hyunjin try.

[mostlycompetentwriter]

“Small Things”- A Phobia Sequel

F/M Pairing: OC x Bang Chan (SKZ)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of violence, mature content

Genre: Mafia AU

Summary: The birth of his first child puts a lot of things in perspective for Chan, and he’s determined to do everything in his power to keep his family safe.

There were a lot of things in Chan’s life that he could’ve never predicted. For example, when he was just ten-years-old, he met two younger classmates in Mrs. Park’s fifth grade group who he never imagined would become his most reliable confidants. But hindsight was 20/20, and Han Jisung used to be a mess of small limbs and puffy cheeks who had an uncanny knack for sweet-talking the assistant teachers into allowing him an extra portion of chocolate. Meanwhile, quiet and leering Seo Changbin was the shortest kid in class, but it certainly never made him appear any less intimidating. Together, the three of them were a formidable force, and they found it very difficult to stay apart. Yet, Chan’s only regret when it came to his friendships was the harsh and demanding mafia world that he had brought them into as business partners.

Likewise, when Chan met his future wife for the very first time, she was nothing more than the daughter of the man who had murdered his parents and threatened to harm his friends. It was surely enough justification to convince Chan that he should stay away from anyone associated with that vile and horrible man who he was forced to serve. But his daughter was nothing like her father - and Chan was always the type to observe people from a distance and learn as much about them as he could. He listened with patience, and he was quick at sorting his enemies from his allies.

It wasn’t long before Chan found himself completely enamored with the daughter of the man he hated the most - and Chan was determined that she should never have to suffer anymore. In fact, it only took one stupid decision from her father before Chan was leading her as far away from that horrible life as possible. They settled down together, and Chan started to build his own reputation in a competitive world where survival of the fittest was taken quite literally.

Consequently, Chan learned to keep his wife near him at all costs, and she was never in the direct line of fire. Chan only brought her along when he knew that there would be no danger to her well-being, but even that eventually had to stop with the unanticipated surprise of her pregnancy. Thereafter, Chan worked tirelessly to ensure that his future child would have a good life, and he was determined to keep his personal life completely separate from his business affairs.

But after so many close-calls with rivals and partners alike, Chan decided to take a huge step down from his role as the prime authority figure in their organization. Jisung and Changbin were more than willing to fill his shoes because that’s the kind of the friends that they were - perhaps even more like brothers at the core. In any case, Chan’s role became minimal, and he wanted to be there for every step of his child’s life - even if that meant giving up what he had once prioritized and considered most important.

But life had a way of constantly changing - and Chan’s priorities shifted as well. Gone were the days of late-night stakeouts and meetings with buff and angry drug dealers who always wanted more than what they were worth. Instead, Chan traded most of his responsibilities for the simple pleasure of waking up next to his wife with their daughter sleeping in the middle of the bed.

It always brought a smile to Chan’s face: to simply glance over and see the tiniest and most innocent face in the entire world looking back at him with wide eyes that promised an unequivocal love. For his entire life, Chan had always fought for what he wanted, and he used his fists and cunning tongue to help him in most situations. Yet, when it came to his wife and daughter, everything was so much easier - there wasn’t any stress to burden his shoulders, and he never felt the need to constantly survey his surroundings for any sign of trouble.

None of that was necessary anymore, and Chan was beyond grateful for the inclusion of his own little family to cherish. Some might say that his world got a lot smaller, but Chan didn’t quite see it that way. His leadership of a mafia organization meant danger and deception around every corner, but being a husband and a father promised a future full of happiness as opposed to the constant risk of death and destruction.

It was a massive upgrade in his opinion, and Chan widened his eyes when he saw his daughter start to squirm around on the bed as if in discomfort. But Chan’s fatherly instincts were surprisingly natural, and he carefully collected his little girl into his arms for the short expedition to the bathroom. Chan gently laid her down on the changing table - starting the process of providing a fresh diaper while his daughter studied him with big, brown eyes that looked a lot like his own.

“There you go,” Chan said, smiling down at the joyful bundle who allowed a series of incoherent gurgles to escape.

It was at that moment that Chan’s phone chose to go off, and he sighed because he knew that it meant he was needed elsewhere. But he allowed the call to go to his voicemail while he brought his daughter back to bed, brushing a kiss across his wife’s forehead as he watched them both journey back to sleep.

In the meantime, Chan walked downstairs to stand on the outdoor patio, choosing a more private area to return Jisung’s phone call. It only rang twice before his familiar voice was offering a greeting: “Chan, we’ve got a problem.”

“Yeah, I’m listening,” Chan said, trying not to let his annoyance bleed through his tone as he allowed Jisung to explain the complicated meeting they were planning with one of the area’s biggest drug lords. Apparently, he wanted to meet with Chan directly, and Chan briefly wondered what could be so important than neither Jisung nor Changbin could satisfy this impossible man. “I’ll be there tonight,” Chan said, ending the call with an exaggerated groan of displeasure.

The club that had been chosen as their designated meeting place was one of the raunchiest in town. It made Chan uncomfortable to see the scantily-clad women waltzing around the joint, even if Changbin and Jisung were clearly enjoying themselves. “This is my type of place,” Jisung remarked, eyes shining with mischief while he plopped a blonde onto his lap. She was young and beautiful, and she certainly had no qualms about giving Jisung an impromptu handjob through the front of his skinny jeans. 

Meanwhile, Changbin hadn’t taken his hands away from the attractive brunette who had spent a good solid five minutes complimenting his biceps before Changbin was pulling her along to their designated table. His lips were glued to the side of her neck, and Chan was growing slightly annoyed with the sound of her pornographic moans as if Changbin was somehow capable of giving her an orgasm simply by painting her throat with love-bites. “Let’s be professional,” Chan said, even if he knew that it would be hard to convince his friends to turn their attention away from two very willing women.

It was actually a good tactic on the part of their host - a useful distraction to lower their guards. Too bad Chan had outgrown these tasteless maneuvers, and he could handle himself while his friends had a bit of fun with their women. Of course, the host himself was rather extravagant with introductions, and Chan rolled his eyes when a richly-dressed young man marched himself through the entrance with several women attached to his arms and a big, burly bodyguard trailing along behind him.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” he said upon his arrival to their table. “My name is Don, and it’s an honor to meet the infamous leader of the Miroh Organization.”

Chan forced a smile in return. “Likewise.”

“Well,” Don continued, taking a seat next to Chan. “I can see your men are taking full advantage of our offerings.”

Chan grimaced when he realized that Jisung and Changbin had yet to acknowledge the presence of their host. “I’m sure they’re very grateful.”

“But you don’t seem to be sharing their opinion,” Don remarked. “Are they not to your satisfaction?”

“I’m not interested,” Chan said, and it was hard to notice - the barely visible upturn to Don’s upper lip as if he wasn’t happy to hear Chan say that.

“I see,” Don said, glancing between the two girls standing at his shoulders. “I didn’t want to believe the rumors, but I guess they’re true.”

“Rumors?” Chan repeated with an admirable level of patience.

“About your wife and child,” Don said, and Chan felt a sickly shudder creep down his spine. Because nobody was supposed to know about his daughter. “What a great risk for you,” Don continued. “How can you even ensure their safety?”

“We’re here to negotiate a deal,” Chan said, and he noticed that both Changbin and Jisung had finally tuned in after hearing mention of his family.

“And I’m simply proposing a few useful bargaining chips,” Don said with a sardonic sneer. “Let me say this, Mr. Bang: your asking price is outrageous. We want $10,000, or else you might never see your family again.”

Chan felt the entire world come to a standstill at Don’s declaration - like a dark curtain had suddenly eclipsed all the light left to guide his path and there was nothing left. For his entire life, Chan had never really valued his life all that much; in fact, he didn’t fear death or the prospect of what came after this existence. But the idea of hearing his wife or daughter’s lives threatened? Well, Chan had never felt a comparable rage to the one suffocating his lungs and igniting a fierce passion deep down inside of him. “This is not good business, Don,” Chan managed through the haze of red. “You won’t see a single penny from my organization, and if I see you or any of the scum associated with your shady dealership again, then I won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through your head.”

He exhaled slowly when he stood up from the table, feeling some satisfaction when Jisung and Changbin dismissed their playthings in return. Because their loyalty was far more profound, and they would always stand by his side. Then, he gave Don one last warning glare before he led his men out of that horrible place - with no intentions of ever coming back. 

Chan was still shaking from adrenaline when he walked into his bedroom later that evening, and there was a sense of relief when he saw his wife lounging on their shared bed with his daughter steadily falling asleep in her arms. It was everything that mattered the most to Chan, and he took a step into the quiet room while running a stiff hand through his messy hair. “Hey,” Chan whispered to catch his wife’s attention.

She smiled at him, and it was enough to clear the earlier tension that had rested heavy on his chest. “You were gone for a while,” she said.

Chan nodded, and he paused next to her bedside. “Can I hold her?”

His wife seemed to notice the latent fear and uncertainty in his tone. “Of course,” she said, and Chan brought the wriggling bundle closer to his chest, looking down at his daughter because there was an undeniable innocence reflected in her eyes that dispelled all the cruelty of the world that he was forced to endure during his meeting. “Did it not go well?” his wife asked, studying him with the same look that he had grown used to seeing - the one that told him she was not at all satisfied with whatever was happening.

“It...caught me off-guard,” he replied, reaching down to adjust the collar of his daughter’s shirt. 

“Do you need to talk about it?”

Chan shook his head. “I think it would upset you.”

His wife inhaled sharply. “That bad?”

“It’s nothing that I can’t handle,” Chan said, and he was fiercely determined as he lowered himself down to the bed. “I’ll always protect my family.”

It was a solemn promise that was often difficult to keep in his world, but he had never felt this much love for anyone else before. Yeah, the mafia world was full of constant danger and seemingly endless trials and tribulations, but Chan wouldn’t dare say that he preferred that world to the one he kept safely hidden away from harm. Because his wife and daughter? They were his greatest adventure - and he would do everything in his power to give them the best that life had to offer.

[lordseochangbin]

Commitment

Request:  can i request jisung arranged marriage + fluff/smut ??

A/N: Side note but I think Ima start that Felix FBI agent AU soon. I’m excited hehe the thought of Felix being an agent sounds :D

You could not believe it. 

A few years later after your mom lost her job, you had found yourself taking double shifts, cleaning shit from your neighbor’s yard, eating tubs of ice cream and mourning the cause all together. Your mother opposed it as well, her child having to take over all this labor. Her only way to help? Tie the knot with some rich, stupid guy and hope you’ll benefit from it somehow. 

“He’s an idiot mom! I cannot be with or be SEEN with Han Jisung!” Those were the only words that left your mouth when your mother said you had to be with him. 

“It’s what your father would’ve wanted honey, just give him a chance” A pat on the shoulder and she leaves the room so it’s just you and your thoughts. 

Next thing you know, you find yourself at a golden door. The palace looks marvelous honestly, and if you had to put your mind to it- you’d ask yourself why such a handsome and rich man would need to be forced into marriage. People would kill to be with him. Unfortunately, the least you would do for him is cut a flower from its soil, drying its roots and unwatering its petals, leaving it to its lonely life just like he had done to you. Simply from existing. 

What takes you by surprise is when a half-naked woman opens the door, your mouth dropping when the open door reveals Jisung slumped over on the couch with more naked women. 

“Daddy, someone opened the door” The girl calls him, making you roll your eyes at the nickname. 

“Are you Han Jisung! What the fuck is this?” Oh dear, the look on his face when he hears someone call him by his real name. Walking towards him, you grab his wrist despite the women around him and explain, “We were supposed to go on a date today, and you’re here living it up with other women, what an amazing husband you are” 

“Aww sweetie” He teasingly replies, facing himself towards you before lying a finger under your chin. His black trousers and shirtless figure explain the simplicity of his actions, how normal it was for him to be caught in a situation like this. Is he even turned on by the number of girls here or was it some gesture to piss you off?

“Don’t ‘aww sweetie’ me!” You say, pushing his hand away. “We’re going to this date, whether you like it or not” You tell him off, asking the ladies to leave. 

“Aww c’mon Y/N, you’re ruining the fun!! Why are you kicking them out?” He pouts, leaning closer to your ear. “Unless you wanted to have fun with… just me”

“Oh fuck off Jisung!” You retort, pushing him away before closing the door as the ladies leave, “I’ll be downstairs.. you better come.. and put a shirt on for fuck’s sake!” 

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After dinner, you come back to Jisung’s apartment. Over a plate for two, you were surprised at how kind yet shy he was. It was hard at some points to get him to talk or start a conversation, but once you brought up one of his interests- it got him talking on and on. He was actually kind of… cute? With every bite of his cheesecake (which he demanded for dessert), his cheeks would bunch up as he smiled and chewed, taking in each bite as if it were the last. 

“Umm.. usually it’s the guy who walks the girl back to their house but, thanks for taking me here I guess” He said, itching the nape of his neck out of nervousness. 

“No problem” You smiled in response. Maybe he was the right guy after all. Your hopes felt high for Jisung. Maybe he would be the right guy- that was until you remembered the amount of girls inside of his room hours before. The sudden memory made your heartache, he was a straight up player. 

“Oh! I almost forgot” He exclaimed, opening his apartment door and peeking inside. “My mother asked me to give this to you, I didn’t look inside but I’m assuming it’s some big ass jewel or something” 

You walked into his apartment, following the steps to his bedroom as he picked up a box from his dresser. “This is for you,” He smirks, watching as you opened the box. 

He wasn’t wrong. It was a big ass jewel made to impress you. A secret message from a mother just sent ‘I know he’s stupid, but can you marry him please?’ Chuckling at the jewel, you put it back in his drawer. 

“Thanks, but I don’t want it, Jisung. What I want is this-” You gestured at the space between you two “to work. If we’re really going to do this.. I really want your commitment” 

Jisung scoffed at the comment. “Commitment? Please. I would commit to a girl who at least knew how to flirt, even kiss at least” 

You bit your lip at his response, “Are you saying I look like a bad kisser?” 

Jisung internally laughed at the comment, taking a step forward. A quick sniff of his cologne had you swifted, your heart beating at the close proximity. 

“Are you denying it though?” 

You rolled your eyes before taking a deep breath and muttering a quick, “How’s this?” before closing the gap between you two. 

Letting your tongue slip into the kiss, you stepped forward causing Jisung to fall on the bed between him. A small gasp left him as he fell onto the bed, his hands reaching out to grab your waist before he could pull you closer. “Not bad” He smirked before locking his lips with yours. 

You let your knees press against the soft comforter beside his hips, your hands holding onto his shoulders as you hold onto them. Softly pressing against his crotch, you watch as he tilts his head back at the action.  

“What’s wrong Jisung?” You ask him as he takes a deep breath. “J-Just give me a second, fuck” He curses, a confused expression meeting your face at his concern. 

“Jisung, we don’t need a condom. I’ll take the morning after pill, okay?” You smile, kissing his forehead as he sighs in relief. His eyes look glossy, relieved. He couldn’t help but to smile back. No matter how hard he tried to piss you off, you stayed with him. He realized you weren’t in this relationship for the money, you genuinely liked him- and he would prove that he loves you just as much. 

“Babe, sit on the bed… let me make you feel good” He whispers, watching as you slowly lay on your back, pressing your head against the pillow. 

His fingers run under your dress, slowly lifting the piece of fabric before rubbing circles on your heat. 

“J-Jisung, please” You whimper, your hands grabbing the sheets next to you as he pecks the bare skin on your thighs. 

“So wet for me babe, just be patient” With a soft chuckle, he lifts your dress over your head, one hand cupping your breast as the other continues to toy with your heat. 

With every touch you find yourself trying to stay still, whimpering when he lets go and bucking your hips into his fingers when he hits your sweet spot. 

The second you bite your lip, you shut your eyes as the sight of Jisung slowly removing your bra. He takes the time to lick around your breasts before his lips could close on your erected nipple. His fingers quicken its pace and you find that all too familiar pit inside your stomach. “Jisung, I-I’m so close” 

His lips leave our breasts and attach to your neck, softly humming against the skin before meeting your ear. “Cum for me babe” He whispers, making you gasp as his finger brushes against your sweet spot, your back arches as your wet juices coat his digits. 

“Mmm, Fuck” he curses, getting on his knees to unbuckle his jeans. “You’re driving me insane” He mutters as he unzips his jeans, freeing his tight member of its restraints and pumping it with his hand. 

He takes no mercy as he presses his cock between your walls, his nails digging into your hips as he rides his hips against yours. 

His grip on your hips is so strong that you feel your chest constantly slam into his, Jisung taking pride in the way your breasts bounce against your skin. He doesn’t want this now, but he wants it forever. To see you at night like this and in the morning cuddles in his arms. 

“Jisung, god” You whine as he slows his pace, letting his tip meet your soft spot again. It was almost embarrassing how fast he got you to reach your high again, your walls clenching around his member. “You must love how good my cock fits inside your tight cunt, you love it don’t you babe?” 

You let out a small whimper, throwing your head back as you lift your leg, letting him hit your sweet spot from a different angle. “God babe, you’re even asking for more. You’re dangerous” He says, his words filling your mind as your sight starts to become foggy. 

You’re holding on to Jisung for dear life, letting him fuck you like his little ragdoll, his little toy. “Shit, I’m gonna cum” He curses, your walls tightening around him again as you meet your orgasm. 

“Cum inside me Ji” You breathe out, holding him closer to you as his dick twitches inside you, filling you with his warm cum. 

“Fuck, babe” he sighs, grabbing your hips and turning you around so you’re on top of him. Your hips meet again as you hide your face in his neck, slowly peeking up as the two of you reach your high. 

Jisung smiles as his eyes meet yours, his hand reaching out to place a stranded piece of hair behind your ear. 

“I hope you learned a thing or two about kissing after this.” He chuckles, raising his eyebrows. “Or even more” 

Slapping his shoulder in embarrassment, you pant out a small laugh before replying, “and I hope you learned a thing or two about commitment after this”

“Maybe this will teach me a thing or two about commitment” Jisung chuckled before capturing your lips in a kiss, “I’ll only stay with you now”

[inkandpen22]

Somewhere (2/?)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

Part Summary: The disco is everything Y/N imagined it would be. However, the night isn’t exactly as she imaged. Then, she meets a certain wizard who turns her whole world upside down... 

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Reader

I sip on my now warm drink, the only drink Brady has allowed me to order since we got here. Jay does his best to keep me entertained as we sit at one of the high tops by the bar. I considered convincing him to order me another drink, but I know that’s a lost cause. He would never defy Brady. All Jay talks about is work, he and Brady work for Parliament. Nothing gets a girl to like you quite like political talk, especially when she doesn’t understand it all. I’ve mentioned dancing at least four times, Jay doesn’t seem to have any interest in it. This is a disco, it’s made for dancing, not sitting around. Longingly, I watch Lauren and Brady out-stage everyone on the dance floor, including their friends. I find myself envious of them, a feeling I’ve become familiar with after watching from the sidelines for most of my life. 

“Hey, Jay,” I interrupt the boy’s rambling about the current status of the economy. He looks like his circuits just crossed or something. “I’m going to head to the bathroom real quick.” 

“Oh uh,” Jay nervously glances between me and my brother distracted on the dance floor. “I best come with you.” 

Hopping down from my seat, I look at the boy with a raised brow. “You want to come with me… to the ladies’ room?” I question, doing my best to hide my amusement. 

Jay rubs his hand across the back of his neck, comprehending his mistake. “Yeah uh right,” he releases a nervous laugh. “I’ll wait here I guess.” 

I offer him a reassuring smile and depart for the bathroom. Quite frankly, I just needed an excuse to get away from that painful conversation.

 I’ve known Jay since I was in kindergarten. He and Brady met in grade school and have been inseparable ever since. Once they entered high school, their group expanded and once Lauren came into the picture, so did her friends. Soon, all of them were like one big family, constantly together. Brady’s friends have seen me grow up and as a result, treat me like their little sister. There are pros and cons to the situation. On the positive side, I have a close group of friends I depend on. On the other hand, the boys follow Brady’s every word and it’s like having several bodyguards. Sometimes I wish I could break free, even just for a day or two, and experience the world out from under their constant supervision. 

Sirius

The music and chatter of the club are deafening, it’s great! This place is everything I envisioned and more! The bright lights, colorful light-up floor, the spinning, shiny, ball above the floor. It makes all the place in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade look dull. 

As I dance with the blonde girl I found earlier, I glance over James dancing with Evans beside me. “I don’t know about you, but I could use another drink!” I shout over the music. 

He nods, “I could go for one! You want anything, Lils?” He asks his soon-to-be wife. 

She shakes her head and offers, “but I’ll go sit with Marlene and the boys if you two want to head over to the bar.” 

Once the three of us are in agreement, I turn back to the blonde. She smiles at me naively. 

“It’s been great meeting you!” I tell her, patting her on the shoulder. “I’m going to go now!” 

The girl scoffs, apparently rather offended by my departure. She fusses and storms off in the opposite direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I see James struggling to suppress his amusement. Evans swats him on the arm in disapproval. Unfazed, I shrug, she’ll get over it eventually. James grips Lily’s hand, making sure not to lose her in the crowd as I lead the way back to where we left the others. Between bodies, I can see Remus, Peter, and Marlene around the shiny metal table with a pitcher of beer just feet away. I focus on getting there without losing my friends in the chaos. Abruptly, I’m shoved in the side roughly, colliding with someone. I stumble a little, having been knocked off balance. 

“Sirius!” James and Evans both call out my name nervously behind me. 

Swiftly a hand grips my forearm, catching me. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” A female voice continues to apologize profusely. 

After stabilizing my footing, I snap my head in the direction of the boulder that rammed into me. Based on the amount of force that attacked me, I expect to be met with a giant muscular man, instead, my sight lands on a panicked young girl. Her eyes go wide as she stares at me with parted lips, words no longer leaving them. Merlin’s beard, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Reader 

I shuffle through the crowded bar area, moving down the steps leading to the dance floor. Spotting the hallway to the bathrooms across the room, I weave my way through people gathered around to watch the dancing couples on the floor. Music blasts over the speakers as the DJ plays a familiar ABBA song. Ugh, I wish someone would dance with me! I love this song! 

This is not how I expected tonight to go. For one, I’m at a disco, I should be dancing. Two, I’m eighteen now, I should be drinking. Three, I don’t want to spend my birthday listening to Jay go on and on about business. Maybe I should just go home. I’ll tell Brady I don’t feel well or something. Growing exceedingly frustrated, I travel through the crowded space more aggressively, not really caring to be polite as I make a bee-line for the bathroom. 

Suddenly, I’m T-boned by someone coming off the dance floor. I somehow manage to stop myself from falling over and reach out to catch the person who I ran into. A boy with glasses and a redheaded girl jump at the sight of the collision, shouting something. 

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” I blurt out, feeling rather foolish. I suppose this is what I deserve for rushing to the bathroom. 

The guy tosses his head back, his shoulder-length jet black hair flipping away from his face. He turns in my direction and our sights meet. Chills course over my skin as I stare into his dark inkblots eyes. His lips part, visibly awestruck. He is by far the most gorgeous boy in the world. If I didn’t know any better, I would say we’ve met before. There’s something about his eyes, they’re unlike any I’ve ever seen before, yet they’re so familiar. 

“What’s your name?” He mutters softly. If we weren’t standing inches apart, I wouldn’t be able to hear it. 

“Y/N,” I answer with a gentle smile at the sound of his voice. “What’s your’s?” 

“Sirius,” he replies. 

An exquisite name. 

“Like the star?” I guess. 

He smiles, releasing a breathless laugh, “yes! Yes, like the star.” 

I giggle, goodness I could listen to his laugh forever. It’s the most wonderful sound. 

“Have we met before?” He asks the question I was wondering myself. 

I shake my head slowly, “I believe I would remember.” 

“But I swear I know,” he quietly confesses, much to my surprise. 

“And I, you,” I admit, utterly astonished. 

Out of my peripheral vision, the boy with the glasses moves to stand beside us. “Um, Sirius…” 

Sirius and I snap our attention to the gentleman beside us. Startled by our sudden unified motion, he jolts back slightly. 

“Y/N!” I hear Brady’s voice and then feel myself being pulled away from Sirius. Brady steps in front of me, getting into Sirius’s face. “You stay away from my sister!”

“Hey!” Glasses Boy steps between the two and shoves Brady in the chest. 

Instantly, Adam, Henry, and the others charge from around me. Jay scrambles to Brady’s side from where I left him at the bar. Lauren takes my arm, bringing me back to join her with the others a few feet away. 

“No wait!” I plead, moving to step in, but Lauren stops me. 

In another direction, three boys and two girls run over from the table area. They must be here with Sirius. Two of the boys are of average height, except one of them has a lot of scars. The third is shorter and appears hesitant to get involved. The girls, however, carry immense confidence. They stare at my brother and his friends fiercely. 

“Of course you’re here!” Glasses Boy remarks sharply at Brady. 

Jay jumps in, eagerly to confront his best friend’s opposer. “I could say the same thing about you, then again, I never would’ve guessed to see you out so carelessly.” 

Wait, they know each other? 

“Well you would know everything about carelessness, wouldn’t you?” The scar covered one questions, eerily calm. 

“Just get out, all of you!” Brady orders of the group. Then, turns his sights directly at Sirius in front of him. “You’re not welcome here.” 

“Oh please,” Glasses Boy dismisses with a scoff. He glides forward, hovering his face inches from Brady’s boldly. “What are you going to do about it… muggle?” He insults. 

Henry jumps at Glasses Boy from behind Brady, grabbing the stranger by the collar and punching him. 

“James!” The redhead screams. 

Sirius catches his friend as the boy lands into his chest. His round glasses hit the tile and crack on one lens. 

“Are you okay?!” Sirius checks on his friend, holding him up. 

James, as I know his name to be, whips his head around to reveal a bloody jaw.

 Enraged, Sirius storms at Brady, reaching into his pocket. “You’re going to pay for that,” he hisses and reveals his wand. 

Soon, all of them have their wands drawn, pointing at us. 

Sirius

After seeing James bleeding, something snaps in me. I yank my wand out from within my back pocket and point it at the pompous muggle. In the blank of an eye, Y/N is in front of me wide-eyed. I hesitate, lowering my wand. I can’t hurt her, no matter who she is, I can’t do it. 

Reader

I pry Lauren’s hand from my wrist and run to stand between Sirius and my brother. I haven’t seen one in person for years. I stare at the object in Sirius’s hand in disbelief as it points directly at my chest. He blinks rapidly, lowering his wand with a nervous stare.

“You’re one of them?” I glance between the object and him. My voice shakes, “you’re a wizard?”

“I told you Y/N,” Brady remarks behind me, guiding me out of the way. “They’re dependable on their magic. They can’t do anything without it, pathetic.”

Sirius snickers mockingly, “says the man who has an irrational sense of superiority!” He raises his wand so that it hovers in front of Brady’s face. “Tell me, what’s it like be powerless and ordinary?”

“Hey!” A voice booms from a third-party. The disco owner dressed nicely in a suit is approaches with two giant bodyguards behind him.

Sirius and Brady don’t react, glaring at one another sternly. Sirius refuses to lower his wand despite the others swiftly hiding them away.

The owner appears beside Sirius and Brady.“No magic allowed in non-wizard establishments! Get out of my club!” He shouts and directs his henchmen to escort Sirius and the others out.

The bodyguards steps in front of Brady, ushering Sirius and his friends toward the exit. Sirius meets my gaze, his eyes pouring to mine pleadingly. Brady turns to me, gripping my arms to guide me away to the dance floor. I never break my attention away from Sirius and the two of us are lead apart. Despite everything, the fighting, the threats, his status as a wizard, I still find myself caring for him well-being. I’m drawn to him. I have to know him.

Sirius

The cold night air rushes over my body as soon as I cross the threshold to the sidewalk. I wait along with Remus and Peter for the others to file out. The Longbottoms calmly exit, Frank keeps Alice close to him cautiously. Soon, James storms out with Lily and Marlene just steps behind.

“Well that was fun,” he remarks sarcastically. “Thanks for you that Sirius!”

“How is it my fault?! How was I supposed to know those arrogant swines would be here?” I defend loudly to my best friend as he continues bleeding.

He puts his now damaged glasses back on with a huff. “I told you this was a bad idea! I don’t understand your interest in muggles! They’re useless and self-righteous!”

“Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black! You’re the poster child for self-righteousness,” I insult, earning a look of surprise from James.

His features shift from surprise to anger and he moves to jump at me. Abruptly, Remus appears beside us, pressing against our chests. “That’s enough!” He growls, glancing between James and I.

I stare my best friend in the eye and it’s like I’m looking at a stranger. I don’t understand him at all. “Forget this,” I grumble. “I’m out of here.” Turning, I head down the sidewalk alone.

“Sirius!” Remus and the others call for me, all except James. “Wait!”

I ignore their voice, needing time to myself and a walk home alone. Until James settles down and figures out his wrong, I can’t be around him.

I can’t believe it, Y/N is Brady Y/L/N’s sister? Brady and his friends are everything that wizards hate in humans. It’s people like them that made us hide for centuries. They believe us to be like aliens and monsters. Brady and Jay actually work with members of the muggle government to prevent us from coexisting. They want to live separately and continue the hatred between our two worlds. They practically support the ideologies of Voldemort! If they were wizards, they’d probably be Death Eaters! How could she be related to someone so horrid? She’s can’t be like them. She can’t believe in those things. She’s incredible girl, woman, I’ve ever met.

“Y/N,” I repeat to myself.

No matter how many times I say her name, I never grow tired of it. Her laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world. Her eyes shine like stars. I’m drawn to her as though she radiates amortentia. All I wanted to was reach out and touch her, to feel her. My confidence fades in her presence and that never happens. She makes both exceedingly anxious yet excited, like anything is possible with her near me. I need to see her again.

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[ranmanjuu]

Can i request an ikesen hc, how would warlords react to a mc which is a physics major like sasuke and since they are both nerdy they spend a lot of time together and talk a lot about theories and all that science stuff. I think they'll get a bit jealous that mc is spending time with sasuke and confused as to ehat they're talking about lol

as stated before i have absolutely no idea of how physics is, much less of being a physics major. so like,,,,,,, all theories are ambiguous. they don’t exist other than that word. what are they talking about? the one who asked knows not more than the asker.

—shingen:

the first time of him seeing you talk with both such seriousness yet a twinkle lights in your eye, he can’t help but a chuckle let through.

“so, has sasuke finally found someone for himself?”

at first he plays up a bit of, “us mortals cannot understand what you’re speaking, my beloved deity, for you speak the language of the gods!” (”but sasuke can understand them though—”)

would absolutely, and constantly tease you for anything and everything. you could be talking about the inner workings of geophysics with sasuke and you’d hear the faint sound of wiggling eyebrows and metaphorical saxophone playing.

but of course, this won’t stop shingen from trying to win you over.

he does it his own style, the classical flirting with his sexy stature. yet, you always quip back in the jargon language he knows nothing about—and his several seconds of confoundment proves to be a good strategy as you flee the scene.

prior to you telling him that you were from the future, he did find it suspicious how you have so, so many “things that came from your hometown” that was painfully specific. and he’s shingen takeda, he’s known for being well-informed, so why hadn’t he heard of this before? some villages have their own tradition, yes, but it’s usually not enough to write at least twenty dictionaries about.

and even if he wants to find it, where would he go? the only two people who’ve learnt it are you and sasuke.

although he begins to pick up basic things whenever you talk to either him or the ninja. just small references that a high schooler can pick up.

for the sake of it, shingen’d probably try to do a physics pick-up line on you. but due to the lack of knowledge he has, it ends up with you on the floor laughing until you’re clenching your sides.

you can’t help it! it’s so wrong on so many levels it’s insanely hilarious while also painful.

after the laughter dies down, shingen takes it upon himself and pins you to the wall, his sultry eyes burning into yours, “well, it seems my goddess can do a bit of fixing on those, hm? please, my muse, do demonstrate how you do it properly.”

—kenshin:

(honorable mention hc: if you ever use terminology before the affectionate part of him comes in he’ll practically frown at you in deep confusion, “what are you talking about, you fool?”)

if his ninja had met you before he did, he probably wouldn’t have much of a problem. sasuke talks to someone, all he does is frown and just doesn’t care. but hoo boy you managed to slither into his heart without him even noticing it.

he’s just looking around the market for you, until he sees the sight of you chattering so brightly and passionately,,, with sasuke.

phase one: pouty mode. it lasts only for a few second, but his lips form a very strong scowl as it processes in his mind.

(phase one and a half: it’s where he glances at you and notice how you twinkle so brightly in his eyes—like a star beaming at him. except it isn’t at him. and so this honorary phase ends)

phase two: in a split second of his braincells barely managing together, he unsheathes his sword and begins to fish sasuke away from you. (”let’s duel, sasuke.”  /  “i’m afraid i was having a conversation with—”  /  “fight or i kill you this second.”)

phase three: usually it’s where you pull him away and lightly scold him, thus ending his bloodlust.

phase four: usually happens after the other party has left. pouty mode two: electric boogaloo; as he sulks like a child in envy and jealousy and you’re forced to cuddle with him and give him lots of kisses so he Functions properl after that.

of course, you can’t just let it repeat. you had a talk after some time, entailing that, kenshin, please stop chasing your vassals because they say one (1) word to me. with a lot of grumbling and reluctance, he agrees to it.

it won’t stop his lips forming into a scowl at the sight of it though.

he curses the oldened knowledge of the sengoku—he wanted you to talk to him about those big brained things. but alas, there wasn’t much he could do.

(”no, kenshin, you can’t go to the future just cause you wanna learn everything i learnt! the wormhole is gone and it takes at least 4 years—”)

—yukimura:

yukimura meets you the second time while talking to sasuke down in the market. and the decision to rebrand you from a wild boar to a witch casting spells were made in the flick of a second, just like that.

“hey, are you trying to hex my fried, enchantress?!”  /  “yukimura, they’re a friend from my hometown, it’s alright.”  /  “oh.”

as he says, a friend of sasuke is a friend of his! though he still doesn’t understand at all each time you make a physics reference, and still isn’t partly convinced you at least know an ancient language.

he doesn’t exactly buy into the whole ‘hometown-specific’ thing either, but hey. it’s sasuke and you, if you’re lying, he thinks, he’ll let you tell him in your own time.

but in the meantime, the fact you know terminology to references he doesn’t understand makes your daily bickering a lot funnier. what’s an atom and is his brain really smaller than that as you said? fun thing is he’ll probably never know if you and sasuke withhold such information.

if he ever sees you experimenting with something to examine the components, as long as it isn’t dangerous, he’d look at you in mild amusement and confusion, “what are you doing, silly?”

but if it dangerous (like guns, fireworks, etc.) he scolds you with a scowl, one born from pure worry.

once you two got together, you started going to dorky science puns. once again, yukimura doesn’t understand it, but the stupid grin you have on your face is just enough for him.

(he does ask sasuke about it later, resulting in a bright faced yuki, muttering a small “idiot,,” under his breath.)

—sasuke:

the moment you saw him at honno-ji, present day, you felt there was something familiar to him. like it’s a face you’ve passed through in the bustling streets. and the moment you saw his lab coat, you just assumed he somewhat came from the same college as you.

and just after he corrected you referring to him as “that college student” being an astrophysicist, your eyes brightened a thousand times, but tried to stifle it considering you were more or less being chased. 

you listened into his explanation of the wormhole closely, processing each word in fascination and curiosity. you had enough experience to know what he’s talking about—and it gave you so much euphoria from just simply listening in.

you hope to meet him again as he disappears in the shadows.

you do, to your delight. the very first day you went out to town, you encountered him at a stall. conversation immediately took off once you re-mentioned his degree, along with yours. from there, the wormhole was the center topic again, mostly talking about how he found where it would be and when it would be. you’d never heard of such a research back then.

and slowly, you grow an admiration to sasuke’s high intelligence. all the research he’s done, he’ll definitely show a fellow enthusiast, and you’re practically beaming at the chance.

so much so that you don’t notice the weirdened stares of the ones around you.

there nights when you’d sneak into his room just to ask him about something, or propose to him a theory since he’s the only person who’d get it.

and on some sleepless nights, you find yourself lying about with sasuke beneath the stars, peering into his telescope once in a while and geeking out about the small dots in the sky.

a part of you wished you met him sooner—but you feel like you couldn’t ever ask for more.

—yoshimoto:

truth be told, he didn’t care much at first.

his somewhat apathy towards people and more towards art becomes just ever so slightly apparent; as he lets you rant your heart out to sasuke while he admires some cloth in the background. you have your preferred friends, it isn’t his place to be opposed to it.

well, that’s what he thought of it—until you slowly got closer to him.

through talks of art and the different medias from your “hometown”, he learnt more and more about you. and his heart grew fonder and fonder.

until—for whatever reason—he found himself,,, feeling some kind of upset by the sight of you talking to sasuke so brightly like that? it’s like a part of him doesn’t sit well with it.

while he isn’t quite sure what he’s feeling, he’ll try to fish you away regardless. his good looks aren’t for nothing, even still having its charming effects on you.

putting up somewhat of an airheaded act, he mindlessly pulls you out of the conversation to look at some beautiful fabric, catching you off-guard for a moment. if you try to mention your talk with sasuke, it’s as if he doesn’t hear it as he whisks you off to another store. and another, another—until you’ve gotten some distance from the ninja.

even with all that effort, he doesn’t think much into the feeling inside his heart. what then felt like a storm, was now a welcoming, warm spring breeze in him.

he’ll figure it out, one day.

[kyokkou]

In Hesitancy, For Harmony: The Imperial Marriage of Japan

The world waits for no one, not even the personification of Japan himself. Content warnings for light period-typical homophobia and sexism, as well as (obviously) being set in Imperial Japan / involving the politics of the time.

The year is 1906, the 39th year of the Meiji era.

“He has asked for a marriage, and you would do well to say yes to him,” advised the middle-aged statesman, a member of the privy council. Hikaru hadn’t looked over for the entire meeting, finding his tea much more interesting than the vague way his conversation partner danced around the topic. It began innocently enough, much the way Hikaru would have himself approached it in such a case: mentioning that he hadn’t shown any interest in a union, in spite of his apparent close relationship-- of which he rarely spoke officially. 

Hikaru forced his hand soon after, playing ignorant about just what was being asked of him. 

“That would be against the law,” Hikaru responded after he could no longer drag out the act of sipping his tea. “He knows that, too. I do not understand why he has gone to the privy council about this. What next? Will he request input of the Emperor himself? I will still say no.” 

“I would expect him to, but the matter would simply be returned to us. I would ask you to reconsider and avoid prolonging this any further. Countrywide, citizens are engaging in completely new practices for the sake of a stronger nation. You cannot expect to remain unaffected by it.” The statesman, in his western-style suit, seemed so out of place as Hikaru looked over him, and the reminder that Japan had so changed in such a short time stung in a way few things did.

It wasn’t as if he lived in blissful ignorance of it; he witnessed it firsthand, from the very first time Kiku rejected his own customs by chopping off his hair, and abandoned his traditional clothes for the ostentatious yet stiff navy uniform, modeled after those of the west. The way he thought little of the concept of dancing, a practice that Hikaru was certain would herald the decay of society past the point of no return. Yet, Kiku had such a way about him; he so easily garnered Hikaru’s sympathy and affection, constantly bemoaning the way he hated doing all of this just as much as Hikaru hated watching him parade himself around like an obedient member of the world powers, desperate for acceptance.

That, and Hikaru himself was past the point of no return when it came to how he felt. Like some sort of wish, Kiku had appeared to him with the promise of loyalty and servitude. Anything Hikaru wished not to do, Kiku would simply assume the duties for him. It had long gotten out of hand, with Hikaru only handling the representative duties when Kiku was at sea. Things were comfortable now, his only real problems involving the fear of societal decay through westernization, and Kiku’s persistence for marriage.

“To put it simply, I am not ready yet,” Hikaru finally replied. “I realize as many years to you is long, but to us, it feels like much less. He is rushing this the same way the nation is rushing into modernization. I do not want unintended consequences... and, if I may remind you once more, it is illegal for us to even be in this relationship.” 

“The legality matters very little when it comes to someone in your position, so it is a weak excuse at best, and it will do nothing to stop the ceremony.” There was annoyance in the response of the statesman this time, punctuated by the way he placed his empty cup of tea on the table and abruptly stood. “I expected it to be easier than this; it is obvious that you harbor much affection for the Empire, so why must you be so difficult about the formalities of it? Whether you are prepared to commit or not, the ceremony has been arranged in advance, and you are expected to show up.”

Hikaru expected him to storm out, but it became evident that this particular man had been selected to deal with him specifically for his ability to gather his patience. Once he straightened out his clothes, he sat back down, and gave a brief apology. Silence was Hikaru’s chosen response, and the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock-- domestic made, western-style, which had been a gift to them from Nagoya city.

“I have been left with little choice in the matter, so do not worry about my attendance. I will be there, if only for his sake, even if I see little reason to rush this if it is nothing but a formality.”

__________

The week leading up to the ceremony was not as tense as Hikaru expected it to be; perhaps Kiku hadn’t been told of the conversation he had with the statesman the privy council sent. Or he had been told, and simply chose to ignore it. After all, could he complain? Hikaru finally accepted the proposal, even if it had essentially been forced on him. That was not his idea; Kiku didn’t understand where the sudden interest in assisting him had even come from. Prior to this, the matter had been treated as unimportant, and he only occasionally showed up to pitch it again, just to try his luck when a new member of the council had been selected to replace one who had passed. After a successful war (forget, for a moment, that they were essentially out of money!) seemed like the perfect time to ask.

Kiku’s request was met with slight exasperation at first, but within a week, Kiku was pulled aside after a meeting and told the good news: they would sit down with Hikaru and persuade him that it was a great idea-- because of course it was! They needed to be brought together once and for all, much in the same way the government itself now planned to consolidate the many village shrines into one per village. It was simply neater that way, after all! Furthermore, with Hikaru being so preoccupied with his marriage to Kiku (at the highest shrine in Japan, for that matter!) he could not possibly oppose the measure. 

This was better for everyone, from country to citizen.

__________

Hikaru was no stranger to dressing as a woman; he wasn’t so insecure that it bothered him to be perceived as such, and it was almost a bit exciting to think that he would not be recognized by anyone. While it was initially for his own safety in the face of the waning acceptance of same-sex relations nationwide, he also felt it was better to enforce the “traditional” ideals of what a bride should be. The thoughts of ballroom dancing at the Rokumeikan were still too fresh, and Hikaru despised the sheer immodesty that was on display back in its heyday. To those few who would attend, Hikaru hoped to remind them of what was an appropriate level of modesty with which to behave in public.

Kiku couldn’t complain, either, regardless of having to turn up in traditional attire. It was worth it; the west was not in attendance, they would not see nor judge him. This was about solidifying their relationship, and nothing more-- or so he thought.

They had no family surrounding them; a few members of the kazoku were in attendance for Hikaru instead, along with a high ranking naval official and his flagship in attendance for Kiku. Once the ceremonial drinking of sake was over, Kiku (to Hikaru’s surprise) read a set of vows, in which was a mention of thanks to the persuasive Councillor for his assistance. Hikaru would have rolled his eyes had he not been touched by the things Kiku had written, vows that evoked a nostalgia of their first days together.

Already, the ceremony was practically over. All that remained was the offerings from each of them (as well as the guests) and then they would be on their way back to Tokyo, as if nothing had happened at all. 

__________

Being on the train was rather disappointing for the two of them, dressed now in their everyday clothes, and unable to get a moment alone. Hikaru momentarily understood the appeal of public displaying of affection, though he resisted the urge to unclasp his hands from his lap and tug Kiku’s sleeve for his attention. Their journey home was filled with conversation about the recent war, and the state of the economy, but Hikaru’s mind could not stop turning over those vows in his head. 

For you, I promise my undying loyalty. No matter the circumstances, I will be by your side.

Perhaps it was not such a bad idea to agree to marriage, after all.        

[birdwonder]

Could you do a little scenario of the bucci gang where the fem! s/o dies, but then come back as a vampire? ( Can you also make it like a narancia x reader? ) Thank you so much in advance❤

|| call me Bobo the clown because i think i strayed from what you wanted dhjsdj. i dont think i’ve ever written angst properly before so i REALLY winged this but i hope the ending makes up for it! if u wanted smth a lil different feel free to ask again. also i may have made this more Naranacia heavier than Bucci Gang orientated, if that’s ok!

tw : angst but im not good at it ! also death

Narancia Ghirga | I missed you. 

It wasn’t fair.  This wasn’t fair. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Why did everything bad have to happen to him?! Why was it always him that bad thinks had to happen to?

First his mother, and now you. Narancia couldn’t take it anymore; his heart couldn’t take it anymore. He had thought that he found someone to finally fill that empty place in his heart that was waiting for endless amounts of love and affection, and he did. It was you. 

You did everything and anything to make Narancia happy; laughed at his jokes, danced with him, listened to his interests and horribly rapped along with his favourite songs. All the little things to keep a smile on his face that were the world’s biggest things ever for him. Words alone couldn’t tell you how much he appreciated you - no. Loved you. God, he loved you so much and everyone knew it.

Bucciarati, Fugo, Mista… Even Abbacchio who never cared for romantic things.

Too many hours were spent between Fugo and Narancia over the raven haired male ranting about how wonderful you were, and how when he was old enough and smart enough, he wanted to marry you and treat you everyday as though you were a queen. The blond had seriously had enough at one point, finding the fact the two of you were constantly tiptoeing around your feelings for each other to be almost insufferable - his breaking point being when drawings of you and Narancia standing on top of an enlarged Aerosmith replaced where equation answers should be.

After an hour of pressuring from his younger friend and the Ghirga refusing to even attempt asking you out had passed, he finally caved and decided to try his luck. It was you after all. The best thing that’s ever happened to him, aside from joining the Passione, you could never break his heart!

But you did - and it was his fault, not your’s.

He was so stupid to get attached to you. The two of you were in the mafia, you were gangstars, not two teenagers in a romantic story. It was expected that lives would be lost but Narancia’s naïvety convinced him that the two of you were somehow immortal. That was until you were killed.

You were taken out in cold blood and left just that, the same thing that stained the young gangster’s hands that held your body as he screamed at the sky and God for letting this happen. Why? Why you? Someone, anyone, just tell him why.

It wasn’t just him who mourned either. Fugo held you close to his heart as he did Narancia, seeing the both of you as his two idiots, grateful that you were around to help encourage your mutual friend to try hard in his studies. The moment he found you lying on the ground, lifeless and sprawled out as a pathetic display, hot tears ran down his face as he proceeded to punch a brick wall with enough force to roughen and tear his skin. “I could have helped her! I should have been here!” Fugo yelled to himself, though it was drowned out by Narancia’s blood curdling cries for you to wake up and that he was sorry for not finding you sooner.

Fugo only stopped punching the wall when Bucciarati gently took hold of his wrist, the Capo holding back a look of pain to help support those who he thought needed it more. Inside however, he saw himself as a poor excuse of a leader. You were the helpful kind and always tried to support Bucciarati when the weight of being in charge got to him, and how did he repay you? By letting you be killed.

No one was in high spirits in that moment.

Giorno could only stand a far distance away, silently apologising to your spirit for not being able to have set his goal sooner to stop you from having to meet this fate. Next to him was Trish, who had known for you a far shorter time than anyone else though knew that the two of you could have had a close future while pitying everyone else’s loss. Abbachio failed to even look at you. He was a mixture of pissed and distraught yet failed to show either emotion, keeping his back to you instead. He didn’t have the will to look at his fallen friend.

Unlike everyone else, Mista played a foreign role. He sucked up what he was feeling and consoled Narancia instead. 

He was the one who pulled away the kicking and screaming teen that yelled that you had to be alive. The one that held him close and let his sweater be stained with enough tears to revive a drought ridden river. It hurt but he knew it hurt Narancia more. 

After the shock had subsided, your body was respectfully moved somewhere safe and in the open so you could be found. Time was of the essence and with other Passione members coming after Trish, there was no time for a proper burial that they could attend. 

Everyone had stayed strong after that but there was still a sunken feeling in their hearts; Narancia’s worst of all. 

__

“How… How can you be here?”

The words were quiet and airy when Narancia spoke, his eyes wide and jaw almost dropped when he saw what was in front of him. Specifically, who. 

Free flowing hair whipped in the night’s wind, the shine of moonlight illuminating the figure of someone that the stand user knew too well. You were there, right in front of him in the open as though you had never been murdered in the first place. 

A smile made it’s way onto your lips as you fixed the loose strands, parted lips revealing two prominent fangs that required a double take and a rub of the eyes to be officially accepted. Taking a step forward, you crouched down to caress the cheek of the love of your life who had dropped to his knees from the shock of seeing his deceased crush stand before him.

“No, you’re dead. I saw your corpse, [F/N]! You can’t be here!” Narancia tried to argue though it was truly between himself opposed to him trying to reason to the dead girl walking in front of him. His tears ran down his cheeks, thinking that this was a cruel trick being played on him or an enemy stand trying to get to him. 

“Nari, it’s me, baby,” you assure him, talking to him gently in the same tone you always used for him when he was upset or angry. It was like a child hearing a mother’s lullaby for Narancia. Therapeutic and loving. “I’m back and I’m so, so sorry I left you.”

It was you - it had to be. 

No one could talk to him let that and make him want to leap into their arms, not a single soul would even try to use such an affectionate nickname either or place their hands on him like you would. It really was his [F/N].

Hiccuping from his tears, he let out a wail before throwing himself towards you, arms wide and trying to cover every inch of your cold, paler body, his strength almost making you wheeze. Who could blame him though? He felt as though as soon as he let you go, you’d be gone again. “[N- N/N]! Tesoro! My [F/N]! I, I missed you sooo much!”

Narancia’s gross sobbing only worsened and you laughed a little, rubbing his back slowly in circular motions while your own watery beads started to form, threatening to spill at any second. “Not as much as I have, Nari! You won’t believe what happened for me to get here - I woke up as a vampire! It was all thanks to-”

“I don’t care!” He cut you off. His head lifted to look up a you, a smile and teary eyes meeting your own. “It doesn’t matter how you’re here, I’m just glad you are! I needed you so much and now you’re back so- so, we can go back to doing what we used to! And I can finally tell you, I love you [F/N!]”

The quick paced ramble was a lot to take in for you yet you managed to understand it in no time, your first reaction to lovingly hug Narancia with all your returned might and kiss his forehead. “I love you too, baby, I won’t ever leave you again.” 

[merakiaes]

Family Is Everything - John Shelby

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: Holy fucking shit this got longer than expected. This is two requests combined; one being to see the journey of your relationship with John (first meeting, first kiss, first time, marriage, first child, and so on), and the other being a soft reunion when John comes back from the war. Since this is so long, I am too exhausted to actually read through it, and I also got my nails done this morning so I apologize in advance for any mistakes, because there are probably a lot. But anyway, I really hope this is what you wanted. Let me know what you think!

Wordcount: 7260

Summary: A summary of your life with John, including all the firsts, and reuniting after the war.

The year was 1909 when you moved to the small town of Small Heath in Birmingham, to live with your grandparents after your parents had both passed away in the influenza.

You were only thirteen at the time, and had never before met your maternal grandmother or grandfather as they hadn’t been on speaking terms with your mother since she left with your dad.

They were complete strangers to you, and you could still to this day remember how anxious you had been when you were put on a train by the authorities, even more so when you stepped off and saw your new guardians for the first time.

But as opposed to what your dad had always said about them, they were nice people, and you quickly realized you were more like them than you were your own parents

You were enrolled into school already the next day, and the other children instantly picked up on your city-girl manners and behavior, making it their mission in life from the second you stepped foot into the building to show you exactly what they thought about rich princesses like yourself.

That was the day you met the Shelby brothers for the first time.

Arthur had been the first one to spot you, standing around the school with Tommy by his side, waiting for John to get out of his final class of the day.

You were cornered in the school playground by a couple of boys who looked significantly older than you, and the unfairness scene, as they were obviously picking on you and it was six against one, instantly pulled at his attention.

He nudged Tommy in the ribs, nodded in your direction, and they instantly set off to save you right as one of the boys started shoving and pushing at you.

When the final bell finally sounded through the entire neighborhood and John came running outside, he found his two older brothers standing on each side of you with crossed arms, glaring with furious eyes while you were sitting on a bench, reading.

John had heard from the other boys in his class that a new girl had come to Small Heath, but as he was a year older than you and you had tried to stay in the shadows to your best ability throughout the day, he hadn’t seen you yet.

But now he did, and it was like he fell for you in a heartbeat.

Turns out, Arthur and Tommy had decided between themselves that they were going to walk you home for safety reason, forcing you to sit down and wait with them for their younger brother, despite your multiple tries of protest.

However, you realized pretty quickly that the Shelby boys were all stubborn as mules.

The older of the three brothers instantly took note of their little brother’s flustered state and nervous stuttering when they introduced you to him and noticed soon after that you had the same reaction.

From that day forward, they would constantly be teasing the two of you and trying to set you up, and never let you walk home alone, something that came to be greatly appreciated by your grandparents.

It took about two or three days hanging out together for you and John to finally start relaxing around each other, and after that, you would have the courage to hang out without his brothers, as well.  

You grew very close and fond of each other immediately, and only a month or so into your stay in Small Heath, the two of you were practically inseparable.

He would follow you around in school every day to his best ability, and when the bell rang at the end of the day, Tommy and Arthur would be waiting outside just like the first time you’d met them.

Needless to say, no one ever bothered you again, realizing that you were now one of them.

The three would walk you home every day, always staying around at your house for a few hours as your grandparents would always insist on them coming inside for tea and biscuits.

You had heard from your grandparents after the first time they’d walked you home that the Shelbys were scowled upon by some, but they never cared, caring for them as if they were their own from the second they knew they were keeping you safe.

The days you didn’t go home after school, you went along with them to the Shelby residence.

A whole three months passed before they actually invited you over, and you understood almost immediately once you came with them.

They had a younger brother named Finn, merely a year old. They were all cared for by their maternal aunt Polly Gray, their mother having passed away giving birth to Finn and their father bailing on them soon after that.

They had never brought their family up to you before, only ever talking about yours. You were smart enough to understand when something was a sore subject, so you never brought it up. But you always wondered, and it all made sense to you after that day.

Polly had taken a liking to you instantly, although getting very distraught the first time she laid eyes on you.

You reminded her of her daughter, she told you, who had been taken alongside her brother only a few years prior.

She got used to it pretty quickly, however, as after that day, you would be running in and out of the place like you owned it.

But she didn’t mind, as you would help her take care of Finn and cook for their family dinners that you were always invited to from day forward.

Yours and John’s friendship bloomed into something more with time. You never addressed your feelings to each other out loud, even though they were clearly there.

Instead, you just showed each other.

It started small, beginning to hold hands when you were alone and sharing silent looks over the table when you thought no one was looking; but of course, your grandparents and the Shelbys always noticed.

Then as you grew older, he showed his love to you by beating up practically anyone who tried hitting on you, to which in turn, you showed your love to him by cleaning his cuts and taking care of him. Not without giving him an earful, though, of course.

What kind of lady would you be if you encouraged his and his brothers’ wild and reckless behavior?

You were fifteen, John sixteen, when you shared your first kiss.

There was a big get together at the Garrison pub, and since you were still so young, you had been forbidden by more or less everyone you knew to join in on the fun. But perhaps it was for the best.

You were a very mature girl, both mentally and physically, and it had happened many times that men mistook you for a legal adult, which always riled John up to the point where he would start a brawl with anyone who came close.

You were lucky that night, however, as your grandparents had gone out to he pictures together, leaving the entire house empty for you and John to hang around.

With a bit of persuasion on John’s part, you ended up lifting a bottle of whiskey from your grandfather’s liquor cabinet, and before the clock had even struck seven o’clock, the two of you were drunk off your heads and jumping around in the haystacks in the barn like crazy lunatics, singing and screaming at the top of your lungs.

You were for sure lucky that the horses were out in the paddocks that day, or they would’ve without a doubt been scared shitless.

Stupidly, you had climbed to the upper level of the barn and, in your drunken states, ended up falling down into one of the bigger piles of hay, laughing to the point where neither of you could breath.

As John had accidentally rolled on top of you, however, both of you had grown quiet in a heartbeat, and not even a second later, your lips were locked together in a rough, desperate kiss.

He had tasted like whiskey, cigarettes and the strawberry tart you’d had as a snack the hour before, a sweet and smoky mix you hadn’t known you needed to taste until then.

The kiss was in no way graceful, your lips just mashing together and leaving little to no room to breathe, your hands tugging at the strands of his hair while his fingers were working on the straws of your dress.

The whole experience was just clumsy and big, steamy mess, but left you both breathless and feeling as if your hearts were on fire all the same.

You thought that this was going to be the night you lost your virginities, but the whole thing ended up taking a turn for the worse when John just couldn’t, you know, get it up.

You weren’t stupid. Quite the opposite, really. You knew how alcohol affected the human body and its functions, and knew from the start that this was the sole reason for John’s troubles, wasting no time to comfort him and tell him it was alright.

But as you had gone back to kiss him again, he had just pulled away, breathing heavily and hurrying to button his pants back up before rolling out of the hay, taking the bottle of whiskey with him and disappeared, leaving you there.

You didn’t understand what happened. You knew he must have gotten embarrassed, even though it, in your opinion, was nothing to be embarrassed for, but you didn’t understand why he could just storm of like that after the moment you’d shared, especially since you told him it was okay and that you didn’t mind.

Your grandparents had come home only two minutes later, however, leaving you no more time to dwell upon what had just happened, instead forcing you to push it to the back of your mind and just telling yourself that he needed time to cool off like he usually did when he got upset.

But when the next day rolled around and you went to greet him in school, he just looked down into the floor and walked off with his classmates, leaving you alone. Again.

It left you broken the entire day, your brain completely forgetting about the fact that he was probably just embarrassed and instead making up countless of reasons as to why you were the problem.

Maybe he’d just wanted you for the sex, and when he couldn’t get it, despite it being his “fault”, he didn’t want you anymore.

Or maybe he was getting embarrassed hanging around a girl all the time, maybe he thought you were clingy and annoying, like he always did the other girls in your age.

You knew that none of that was true, of course, but your fifteen year old brain couldn’t let go of the anxiety filled thoughts, pretty much leaving you an emotional wreck at the end of the day.

Like always, Arthur and Tommy had been there to walk with you home, but this day, however, you only rushed passed them, taking off into a sprint homewards and leaving them to question their younger brother about your strange behavior.

But they didn’t get much of an answer, John simply telling them that he didn’t like your company anymore, which both of them knew was a complete lie.

So, they’d gone off to your house later that afternoon, intending to ask you about whatever had happened, but upon knocking at the front door, your grandparents had sent them off almost immediately, telling them you didn’t wish to speak with them.

Of course, you hadn’t actually asked them to do that yourself, but the two were just furious at the state you were currently in. Because like you told them everything else, you had told them about the moment in the hay, leaving out a few details, of course, and the way John had acted afterwards.

So the oldest two of the Shelby brothers never found out what had caused the two of you to suddenly grow apart after being inseparable for the past two years.

They could only watch in from the side as John went about and lost his virginity to some other girl, you doing the same with another boy to get even.

The experience was nothing like you would have imagined it, barely any foreplay at all; nothing like the things you and John had done in the hay. And since you didn’t really want to have sex with the guy, only doing it because you thought it would comfort you to be at the same stage with intimacy as John, it hurt. A lot.

And surprise surprise, it was all in vain, as it had done nothing to comfort your or keeping you from crying at night at the thought of John with another girl.

But despite no longer on talking terms with John, you stayed in touch with Polly, and the other Shelbys to your best ability. But the latter wasn’t always the easiest of tasks, as the Shelby brothers were rarely seen apart.

Arthur and Tommy would come over sometimes, though, when they weren’t with John, your grandparents now having warmed up to them again.

Just like you had been welcomed into the Shelby family, the Shelbys had been welcomed right back into yours, Polly included. Her and your grandparents helped each other out whenever it was needed, the lot of you working as one big family despite the strained relationship between you and John.  

When you were sixteen and the age started catching up with your grandparents, Polly was always there when you were in school, helping you take care of them in their final weeks of life.

Both of them passed away the same day, on your seventeenth birthday, and that was the first time in a year and a half that you cried about something other than John.

You could have stayed in their house alone if you wanted to, but you couldn’t be alone, and Polly wasted no time in inviting you to stay with them, which you instantly took her up on.

You had been surrounded by condolences and comforting hugs when you stepped into the Shelby home with your bag in hand, and surprisingly, John was there too, for once not trying to avoid you.

And although you wanted to slap him right across the face for the damage he’d done to you for the past year and a half, you could do nothing of the sort, simply falling into his arms and crying the night away.

The next day, it was like everything that had gone down between the two of you had never happened. It was like you were right back to where you left off, and although you wanted to put up more of a fight, the bastard deserving to suffer, you didn’t have enough energy to care, forgiving him almost instantly.

And the Shelbys couldn’t be more relieved, as they now wouldn’t have to deal with the two of you sulking and fighting your lives away anymore.

A week later, you were more in love than ever before and finally official. You moved back into your grandparents’ house, and that same night, John had lit up the barn with candles and splayed a fuzzy blanket across the very same haystack you’d made your first attempt at being intimate.

Only this time, absolutely no alcohol was involved, and you didn’t fuck up again.

You spent the entire night in that barn, taking your sweet time to explore each other and get to know each other on a whole other level. And this was nothing like the night you had lost your virginity.

That had been quick, painful and rather awkward. But this, this was just pure. You couldn’t even put the feeling into words. John made sure you were alright every time he did something new, taking the constructive criticism calmly and adapting himself to your pleasure.

Afterwards, you just curled up in each other’s arms and enjoyed in each other’s company, huddling together for warmth under the blanket as the chilly night air nipped at your skin through the windows and cracks of the barn.

You laid there and talked in hushed tones all throughout the night, until you finally fell asleep, not even thinking about the risk of the hay catching on fire from the candles while you slept.

But luckily, nothing bad happened, other than the two of you waking up absolutely freezing and hurrying back into the house where you spent the entire day in front of the fire, drinking your grandfather’s whiskey and looking through the old photo albums they’d kept.

Polly and the others noticed immediately when you came back that night that something was different between the two of you, and they were instantly proven correct when John called a family meeting and went down on one knee in front of them all, asking you to marry him.

And to this, your first response had been; “Are you fucking kidding me?”

It was all so overwhelming, as you had been ignoring each other only a week and a half ago, like you had been for the past one and a half year, and now he was suddenly declaring his love for you in front of his entire family and asking you for your hand in marriage.

But more than anything, you guessed that just proved that he had been acting the way he had because he was too stubborn and prideful to admit defeat once he had started the whole thing.

It wasn’t an excuse. He was still the biggest asshole in all of Small Heath. But it did comfort you slightly to think about that being the reason, rather than him actually disliking you.

John’s eyes had grown wide with panic and fear at your sudden outburst, as had the others’; all except Polly, who was only smirking to herself with crossed arms as her nephew finally got what he deserved after giving you the cold shoulder for so long.

But rather than saying no like John and the others actually feared, save Polly who knew what you were going to answer in the end, you just snatched the ring from between his fingers and slid it onto your finger, all while glaring right into his eyes.

“I will marry you.” You had said, voice full of determination and eyes hard. “But if you end up leaving me alone in the hay if you ever drink too much to get an erection again, I’m divorcing your and not taking you back a second time.”

And with that, you had stormed out with your nose high in the air, leaving John gaping like a fish out of water out of both shock and shame, to be tormented by his brothers as they finally knew what had caused you to fall out in the first place.

You didn’t know where from exactly that surge of anger had come from as you had been having sex the night before, but you guessed it was because you’d never gotten the chance to be angry at him for everything he had done when you were so wrapped up in the grief following your grandparents’ deaths.

You felt a bit bad that you had chosen this time out of every possible time to give him hell for it, but at the same time, he deserved it, and now that you had gotten it out of the way, the only thing you could feel was the violent fluttering inside your belly, and you could finally go back to how things used to be.

John finished school that same year and you married soon after, on the last day of November.

It was a simple, traditional wedding, held at the back of your grandparents’ house so that they, in a way, could be there to witness it, as well.

John’s entire family was there, including his uncle and a few other locals from town, like Harry from The Garrison, and Curly. You had also sent out invitations to every living relative you had left back in London.

A big share of them ended up not showing up, or getting back to you at all for that matter, without a doubt because they thought themselves above the Small Heath people. But the ones who did show up, most of whom you had never met before, congratulated both you and John on your marriage.

You could only thank God that you had some decent relatives left, at least.

Everyone was getting along and having a good time, partying all the way into the night before they finally left to go home, leaving you and John to spend the rest of the night together. And luckily, despite the amount of alcohol in his blood, he didn’t have any trouble of all.

Although you shouldn’t have finished school until the next year, you had no other choice but to drop out early, when you found out you were pregnant about two months after your wedding day.

John was ecstatic, literally swinging you around through the whole Shelby home when you told him, yelling at the top of his lungs that he was going to be a dad.

But you were horrified, only being seventeen. You could without a doubt take care of yourself and all those around you, but something about caring and raising a baby of your own just sent you into a state of pure panic, fearing that you were going to end up being one of those worthless mothers who destroyed their children.

John assured you every single day that it was going to be alright and that you would make the greatest mum the world had ever seen, but still, you couldn’t help but worry.

And when John and his brothers left for war, only one month before you were due, leaving Polly, Ada and yourself in charge of the whole Peaky Blinders and betting business, you were more stressed and panicked than ever.

You had never even imagined giving birth without him by your side, but now you had to, the now six year old Finn lying by your head the entire time despite your deafening yells, squeezing your hand in his brother’s place as his aunt delivered his first ever niece or nephew.

But it ended up being a lot different than you had planned, as you gave birth to, not only one, but two beautiful baby girls on the 18th of August 1914.

The second you looked into their eyes, the eyes of their dad, all of the doubts and worries you had carried with you during those hard nine months were gone and long forgotten because you knew in that moment that you would never fail your children.

It pained you greatly to name them without the help of John, but you knew they couldn’t go nameless until he got back. If he got back.

So, with the help of Ada and Polly, you decided on the names Josie and Olivia, and then honored the two Shelby women, thanking them for their support, by giving them their names as middle names.

Josephine Elizabeth Shelby, and Olivia Ada Shelby. Your beautiful girls.

While Ada simply attacked you with an embrace when finding out Olivia’s middle name, Polly cried tears of joy when you told her Josie’s middle name. But when telling little Finn about the choice of names, all of you got yourself a good laugh when he got offended that you hadn’t named them after him.

It didn’t take long to figure out from which parent they had inherited most of their characteristics, the twins most definitely having their father’s temper, having you awake throughout the whole nights with their endless crying.

You had seen firsthand on the street and whenever you would visit the hospital for whatever reason, the way a restless baby could affect a mother.

But although you were, in fact, exhausted, you couldn’t understand what other women meant when they said that children would make you go mad. Despite wanting nothing more than to sleep, you treasured every moment with your babies, no matter if they were crying or actually being quiet for once.

The crying got better with age, luckily, but they still had their dad’s temper, fighting over everything and anything from the second they got old enough to start walking, talking and doing things on their own.

You showed them pictures of John every day so that they would grow familiar to his face, telling them stories about things you had been through together even though they didn’t even understand most of the time.

Although you had never been religious before, you prayed for the safe return of John, Tommy and Arthur every night and every morning, missing John so much that you couldn’t sleep a night without the twins at each side of you.

You knew letting them sleep in your bed would come back and bite you in the ass when the day came that you would be wanting them to sleep in their own beds and they wouldn’t, but you just felt so powerless with John away at war, knowing nothing about how he was or what he was doing.

It made you feel slightly more secure in yourself by keeping your daughters close and safe, when you couldn’t do the same to him.

Four whole years passed without John, and while you stopped crying for him after the first year, you still loved him more than your heart could handle, and missed him just as much.

Not a day had gone by since he left that you hadn’t spent with Polly, Ada and Finn, wanting to surround yourself with as much of John as you could.

And then the day you had all been waiting for finally came. The war was over and your boys were coming home.

The twins were a little over four now. They talked their mouths off all day long and ran around like headless chickens, and you had no doubt in your mind that they got their energy from John, as you had never been much of a runner yourself.

And they got the looks form him, too. The bright blue Shelby eyes and his light brown hair, with the same ginger hint to it that he had in his beard whenever he would grow a stubble.

The only thing they really got from you was your thick, black eyelashes, slightly curly hair aaand, although you didn’t want to admit it, probably the attitude.

Watery Lane was bustling this afternoon, people running around in the shops, getting food in preparation for reuniting with their husbands, brothers, nephews and sons that had all fought in the war for their king.

You had wanted to go to the train station and meet him there, too anxious and eager for your own good, but Polly had told it was best not to bring the girls to such a crowded area on such a chaotic day, and she was right.

The last thing you wanted was for them to get trampled all over, and unfortunately, they had gotten far too big for you to be able to carry them both at the same time, so you had just stayed at home in the end, where you were now walking back and forth in the kitchen anxiously.

Polly shook her head, sparing you a glance from where she was setting the dinner table. “You’re going to leave a hole in the floor soon enough if you keep going like that.” She scoffed, giving you a look. “And I’m not buying new floorboards.”

You pulled a hand through your hair, sending your daughters a quick glance where they laid at the floor by the fire with Finn, drawing.

Where Ada had run off, you didn’t know. But if you were to have a guess, she was probably with Freddie, or waiting for him somewhere at the very least, as you knew he had come back with the Shelby brothers. 

“I’m sorry, Poll.” You sighed, running a hand over your face. “I’m just…”

“I get it.” She interrupted, coming over to you and grabbing your shoulders. “You haven’t seen him in four years and a lot has happened since. But for the love of God, sit down and take a breath before you drive yourself mad with the stress.”

She pushed you down on a chair gently, and you let her, only leaning your forehead against your hand. “I’m fairly certain I went mad a long time ago. Those girls are their father’s daughters, that for sure.”

“Well, at least now you won’t have to go through it all alone.” She smiled and you smiled back, but it soon disappeared and was replaced with a soft frown.

“What do you think he’ll be like?” You asked, getting lost in your thoughts. “Do you think he’ll be the same?”

Polly gave you a side-glance as she kept putting out the cutlery beside the already laid out plates and bowls. “No man is the same after war, (Y/N).” She answered truthfully, to which your frown deepened. “But if what you’re really asking is if I think he still loves you, then the answer is yes. Nothing in this world could make that boy stop loving you. Not even a bloody war.”

You would admit you felt a bit less nervous at that, but the fear of his feelings towards you having changed still lingered.

You didn’t get much more time to think about it, however, as the front door opened just as the grandfather clock in the corner of the kitchen rang six o’clock.

Polly let down the last of the cutlery at that, turning around and drying her wet hands off on the apron around her waist, while you shot up to your seat at the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen, and only a second later, John himself appeared in the doorway.

Your eyes instantly met his, but before either of you could say anything, Polly had walked up to him and thrown her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“Welcome home, John.” She told him happily.

John hugged her back with a smile, but his eyes never left yours over her shoulder as they hugged, only adverting his gaze to her when they broke apart.

“Where are you brothers?” She was quick to ask, looking behind him. But no one else was there.

He pointed a thumb to the front door. “Unpacking the bags from the car.”

You could feel your knees getting weak at the sound of his voice again. It had gotten darker than last time you saw him, but it was still as smooth as butter and soft as silk to your ears.

Polly wasted no time in going back to her old antics, slapping her nephew on the chest harshly. “And you didn’t think to help them?”

But he wasn’t phased at all, his eyes simply returning to yours, a soft, lopsided smile pulling at his lips. “No, I couldn’t wait.”

Noticing the way you were looking at each other, Polly smiled fondly and shook her head, dropping the matter and instead turning to Finn. “I’ll go help them then. Finn, come on.”

Neither of you paid them any mind as they walked outside to help Tommy and Arthur with their baggage, your eye contact never faltering.

You took a shaky breath at you scanned his face, not yet quite able to wrap your head around the fact that he was back. He was really back.

John couldn’t do anything but smile at your flabbergasted expression, watching you with wonder while taking a slow step forward.

“Your hair’s gotten longer.”

His voice was soft and barely even audible as he spoke, but it was enough to break you out of your trance and put a smile on your lips.

“Yes, that’s what happens when four years passes.” You chuckled lightly.

You shared another look, and before you knew it, the two of you had rushed over across the room, meeting each other halfway in a tight embrace.

His face landed in the crook of your neck, wasting no time in breathing in the scent of your hair and skin.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He mumbled into your neck, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to stop tears from falling.

“And I you.” You replied in a shaky voice, clutching onto the fabric of his camo green uniform and taking in the way he smelt like gunpowder, metal and dirt rather than the usual smell of cologne and cigarettes, but smelling like John nonetheless.

He pulled away then, eyes suddenly wide and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “Where is he?” He asked, the words coming out in a rush. “Or she? Is it a girl or a boy?”

Only then did the realization hit you that you had yet to introduce him to his children, having forgotten int the moment that they were even there with how quiet they had gotten.

Your eyes moved to the fireplace, where Josie and Olivia was now standing side by side quietly, watching their father with big, curious eyes.

John’s gaze followed the line of yours, and his eyes instantly widened at the sight of the two girls. Turning back to you, he asked quietly. “Did you get knocked up with someone else while I was gone?”

“No, you ninny.” Although you understood his confusion, you couldn’t help but laugh at him. With the girls being identical, he should have been able to put two and two together.

His eyes flickered from you two them repeatedly with bewilderment, now starting to tear up. “Two? I have two?”

You smiled at that, nodding your head and giving a teary chuckle as you were now tearing up, as well. You raised one of your hands to his clean-shaven cheek, taking in the way he was watching them with tears in his eyes, and held your other arm in their direction, beckoning them over. “Come here, girls.”

The two girls instantly walked over to your side, both of them grabbing a hold of your hand with their tiny hands.

“This is Josephine, Josie for short.” You introduced the first of the girls, smiling fondly at her as she sucked her thumb. The other girl was instead clutching to her teddy bear for dear life. “And this is Olivia.”

Looking back to John, you gave him a wide smile. “Your daughters.”

By now, John’s cheeks were streaked with silent tears, his eyes glazed over as if he wasn’t fully there with you, seemingly not believing the news and being in shock. “I’ve got twins...”

You nodded again, bringing your hand away from his jaw to wipe your own cheeks free from the tears, looking down to your daughters and urging them forward. “Go on, my loves. Go say hello to your dad.”

The girls, thanks to recognizing their dad from the pictures you had shown them, weren’t scared in the slightest, only slightly shy as they stepped forward, John falling down to the floor to be able to take them into his arms.

When they were both secured in his embrace, he let out a sob, burying his head into Olivia’s curls and squeezing them tightly.

The girls instantly took note of his crying and touched his cheeks lightly, and you could’ve sworn you just felt your heart melt at the sight.

“Why are you crying, daddy?” Olivia was the first to ask, Josie following shortly.

“Are you sad?”

John brought his head out of his daughter’s neck, eyes now bloodshot and swollen from tears. He shook his head with a laugh, smiling widely at them, using his thumbs to touch their cheeks gently. “No, daddy’s happy. He’s so happy.”

Josie gave him a questioning look, tilting her head slightly in confusion. “Then why are you crying?”

“Because I’ve longed for you and your mother every day since I’ve been away.” John smiled, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’ve longed for you so, so much.”

Olivia moved in his arms slightly, giving him those big, blue eyes you’d fallen in love with the second you first saw them. “Mummy told us you had to leave so that mean people wouldn’t come here and hurt us.” She told him, sounding way too smart for her own good. “Are the mean people gone now?”

He laughed, nodding his head. “Aye, they’re gone.” He confirmed, looking between the two of them. “I’m never going to let anything or anyone hurt you. My angels.”

With those words, he leaned in and kissed them both on their heads, and before any of you could get another word in, the front door suddenly slammed open again.

John instantly stood up at the sudden disruption, turning to the door as the girls cowered behind his legs slightly as Arthur’s swearing filled the entire kitchen as he struggled to carry his bags inside, Tommy and Polly following behind, although a lot more gracefully.

Arthur’s eyes landed on you first, dropping the bags in the doorway and marching over to you, wasting no time in scooping you up in his arms, shaking you around in a rather violent hug.

“Ah, it’s good to see you again, (Y/N)!” He told you, and all you could do as he shook you around was laugh.

“Welcome home, Arthur.”

He let you go then, a wide grin resting on his lips, but that changed the second he turned around and caught sight of the two girls peeking out from behind either side of his brother’s legs, his face instead filling with shock.

“Fookin’ ‘ell, there’s two of them!” He exclaimed.

While the girls giggled at his foul language, you weren’t quite as amused, a hand instantly shooting out to smack his head. “Language!”

Polly instantly stepped up, siding with you. “Quiet down, would you, you madman? You’re going to scare them!”

But despite his loud voice and rowdy behavior, he seemed to do nothing of the sort, the girls only giggling and shooting out from behind their dad’s legs as Arthur bent down and held open his arms, yelling out again despite Polly’s wishes.

“Come ‘ere and give your uncle Arthur a hug!”

The girls wasted no time in running into his arms, and you found yourself really thankful in that moment that you had shown them pictures of their dad and uncles all their lives, knowing that it was the sole reason they weren’t scared shitless of them right now.

As the girls were now balanced on Arthur’s knees, he reached out and pulled the ear of Olivia’s teddy’s playfully. “What’s this little fellow’s name then, eh?”

Olivia smiled brightly, holding the teddy out and showing it off proudly. “Albert.”

“Albert?” Arthur quickly quirked a brow. “Why not Arthur?”

The girl giggled, shaking her head and hugging the bear back to her chest. “No, Albert is nicer.”

A very offended look overcame Arthur’s features at that, but John everyone else cracked up laughing, Tommy coming over to greet you for the first time just then after putting the luggage to the side

He watched the scene unfold in front of him with amusement tinkling in his eyes, patting you on the back. “You did good, (Y/N). You did good.”

You smiled a big smile, wasting no time in pulling him into a tight embrace. “Welcome home, Thomas.”

John took great offense to his brother’s compliment, however, throwing his arms out. “Oi, I’ll have you known it was a team effort!”

Before Tommy could answer, however, you stepped in, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him a raised eyebrow, amusement playing at your lips. “Well, you aren’t the one who had to carry them in your belly for nine months and then push them out of your lady parts, now, are you?”

John opened his mouth to throw back a retort, but when he came back short, he frowned, causing you and the others to laugh.

“That’s what I thought.” You shook your head, but nonetheless walked over to where he was standing by the doorway, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

His arm found its way around your shoulders the instant you reached him, pulling you into his side and bending down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled at the feeling, bringing your hands up to his chest and sighing in contempt as you felt his thumb start to caress circles on your upper arm.

Leaning your head against his shoulder, he brought his head down to yours and pressed his lips to your forehead gently. “God, I fookin’ missed you.” He mumbled against your skin, his words instantly bringing a smile to your lips.

“I missed you, too. More than I’ll ever be able to explain.” You whispered back, getting a slight hum in return. “I prayed for you and your brothers every day, begged God to bring you back home safe and in one piece.”

He looked at you at that, giving you a small smile. “I thought you weren’t religious.”

You offered him a small smile back, turning around so that you were standing right in front of him, bringing your hands up to his cheeks to pull him closer. “I wasn’t. But he listened, didn’t he? He brought you all back home to us.”

Your eyes saddened then, looking into his while you pressed your foreheads together. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you had died out there, John.” You confessed quietly. “My heart would have died with you.”

“Well, I’m not dead, now, am I?” He only smiled back, bringing one of his hands up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, while the other grabbed a hold of one of yours, squeezing it lightly and moving to your chest.

“You see?” He questioned, pressing your palm to your chest, where you could feel your heart beating. “I’m alright, and your heart is alright. We’re all alright, love.”

You nodded your head and closed your eyes, John then proceeding to pull you in for the first kiss in four years. But unfortunately, the heartfelt moment was short-lived, Polly’s voice forcing you to break apart after only a couple of seconds.

“Alright.” She called out. “You can eat each other’s faces later. But now, let’s eat before the food gets all too cold.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly, but you laughed along with the rest of them, turning around to see Arthur chasing Olivia around the table, making noises of a monster and clawing with his hands, while Finn was walking towards his seat alongside Tommy, a lot calmer than their brother, and Josie was tucked under the arm of Polly as she set out the final bowl of food at the table.

It was just the right mixture of love and chaos, just like your deranged little family had always been, and just like it was supposed to be for all the time to come.

No matter how crazy things would get in the future, as long as you had each other, you would have everything.

[agentnico]

Community (2009-2015) Review

“Cool cool cool.”

Plot: A lawyer, whose law degree has been revoked, is compelled to join the Greendale Community College. Students of diverse temperaments join his study group which leads to quirky and memorable encounters.

Very recently the original cast and showrunner Dan Harmon held a Zoom virtual group meeting where they partook in a table read of one of the classical episodes of the show, after which they followed with a Q&A and a catch up, and seeing all these lovely faces back together again made me want to look back on a sitcom that brought so much fun and randomness to our screens...well, at least in the first few seasons. Similar to Arrested Development, it definitely dipped in momentum in the final few seasons. That being said, I am still hopeful for that promised movie as foreseen by Danny Pudi’s Abed under the famous quote “six seasons and a movie”. Who knows, with Community recently popping up on Netflix, maybe its resurgence among the fandom and hopefully new watchers will boost its chances to finally achieve that goal.

What made Community so great? At first billed as a modern day comedic take on the classic 80′s flick The Breakfast Club, following that setup in the pilot (with the final scene even playing us into the credits with Don’t You Forget About Me), what we are then left with is a show with two sides - surrealism and sentimentality. The former is somewhat the main reflection of the show’s overall identity. The creator and showrunner Dan Harmon is possibly the biggest geek on planet Earth, or maybe even outside of it, as proven by his endless imagination with his popular cartoon series Rick and Morty. He’s a pop culture nerd through and through, thus stuffing every episode of Community with endless references to movies, TV shows and video games, with one of the main characters basically acting as if life is a movie. The references spiral from loose quotes to straight-up blatant spoofs. In the 19th episode of season 2 “Critical Film Studies”, the start sets up a Pulp Fiction parody, yet by the end we somehow manage to find ourselves in My Dinner with Andre. The central group is taken over by gleeful spirit in season 3 episode 10 “Regional Holiday Music”, a straightforward parody of Glee with full on musical numbers and a great recurring gag where the group keeps asking “what the hell are regionals!?”. “Cooperative Calligraphy” (S02E08) is a satire on the classic TV trope - the bottle episode. A bottle episode is when the characters interact within only one or two settings - often to save costs. And how can one forget arguably among the best episodes of the entire series “Advanced Dungeons & Dragons” (S02E14) - a burlesque caricature of, well, Dungeons & Dragons - a nerd’s dreamy orgasm! There are so many crazy out-there ideas and gags thrown into each episode, yet all the while pulling off a parable about friendship and individuality that is not saccharine. 

Looking through the lens of sentimentality, there is a feeling of warmth that can be found behind the quick-wittiness and weirdness of the series. One of the central friendships is that of the characters Troy (played by young Donald Glover, soon-to-be Childish Gambino) and Abed (Danny Pudi, most recently seen in Rob McElhenney new Apple TV series Mystic Quest: Raven’s Banquet) who end up becoming roommates, doing everything together, even hosting a fake morning show Troy and Abed in the Morning (a hilarious on-going gag throughout the series) and having a signature handshake. Thus when their friendship is put to the test in “Pillows and Blankets” (S03E14) by building rival forts made out of, you guessed it, pillow and blankets, it is actually genuinely upsetting seeing them on opposing sides. Yet following a Game of Thrones-level epic battle (with pillows and blankets!!), we see their beautiful bromance come back to fruition. All the other main characters have their relations between each other, and its due to you falling in love with these characters that makes this show so great. Be honest, who was rooting for Jeff and Annie to get together in the end? Or more-so, the Dean getting his shot with Jeff??! We were all engrossed!! So what went wrong?

As per usual with these kinds of things, the show’s quality dipped due to behind-the-scenes drama. End of season 3, creator Dan Harmon was forced to leave and was replaced, which immediately reflected on the series’ style, having lost it’s membrane that held together all these infinite amount of pop-culture knowledge, and then also the on-set drama with main cast member Chevy Chase, who was very unhappy on the show, so quit after throwing about racist slurs and disrespecting members of the crew. Again, a huge loss for the show, as his performance of Pierce Hawthorne was one of the show’s best characters. Swiftly after this Donald Glover (arguably the best and most memorable cast members due to his inexplicable comedic timing) left to pursue his music dream (boy do I wonder if he succeeded?........), after which Community could never brush off the feeling that something was missing. The first 3 seasons are comedy gold, seasons four and five are a bit lacklustre, and then the short season six is a small little final hurrah, though, again, never reaches the highs of the first seasons.

That being said, Community is still a staple show in TV history, having propelled so many talents to bigger things. There’s Donald Glover who went on to do his Childish Gambino redboning, Dan Harmon got Rick & Morty, Ken Jeong went on to be in The Hangover movies, Alison Brie can constantly be found in various film and TV projects and probably most notably the Russo Brothers who directed a bunch of episodes for the show have gone to direct the highest grossing box office blockbuster of all time. Fun fact: Kevin Feige (main producer behind the Marvel Cinematic Universe films) was so impressed with the Russos on how they managed to balance action, heart and humour in S02E23 “A Fistful of Paintballs” that this was one of the main reasons he gave them directing duties on Captain America: The Winter Soldier. At it’s prime, Community provided us with great laughs, heart and a fantastic cast, and so I do truly hope that the promised movie will one day soon become a reality. For now, if you haven’t seen the series, or you’re considering giving it a cheeky rewatch, it’s available on Netflix worldwide and on Amazon Prime in the UK. 

Overall score: 7/10

[myfirstlife]

Not everything broken can be mended

The Third Charm (episode 9)

Some broken things you can’t mend. Some you have to put together very slowly piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next.

The Third Charm depicts the very real relationship between Oh Joon-young (Seo Kang-joon) and Lee Young-jae (Esom) spanning 12 years.

I never heard of this show until Netflix began to recommend it to me and I became interested when I recognised Esom as the main lead. I’ve only seen Esom in her supporting role in Because This Is My First Life and I found her character as strong but charming so I naturally wanted to see more sides from her.

While the start was a bit weak, I found the show to slowly pull me in as it dives deep into how the relationship between the two began 7 years ago and how it ended after one day.

Joon-young and Young-jae, affected by their one-day relationship in their 20s, meet again 6 years and 11 months later. Their reconnection makes them realise how they both suffered and how much of their unfinished love is still waiting to continue.

But The Third Charm isn’t the typical opposites attract Korean show that we’re used to. It’s not about enemies turning to lovers or overcoming the external obstacles of people opposing their relationship. Instead it shows the realness that happens within the people in the relationship. Because sometimes love isn't tested by a parent of a conglomerate heir offering you money in exchange of disappearing, sometimes it's tested within.

The first misunderstanding between the couple was after Joon-young became jealous after thinking that Young-jae had lied to him to meet another man (Choi Ho-cheol). But their first fight is when Joon-young distanced himself because of his insecurity. Joon-young’s behaviour wasn’t because of jealousy or petty-mindedness, it was him being angry (perhaps even disappointed) at himself because he wasn’t the one who saved Young-jae. And from there, cracks begin to emerge in their relationship.

Honestly, I almost gave up because I was so frustrated watching the two of them continue their stubbornness. But their inability to put away their pride and apologise is the true nature of what happens when two different people come together. While it is easy to say that relationships require compromise and communication and fighting for it - it is not alway easy to do.

To be honest, I am not sure whether I believe in the common saying that you could meet the right person at the wrong time. After all, how could they be the right person if neither of you are able to make it the right time? But this show made me falter on those ideas.

It is undeniable that Joon-young and Young-jae were attracted to each other in their 20s and were forced apart by Young-jae’s family circumstances. It is also undeniable that their love was mutual when they met again almost 7 years later. And I recall constantly thinking to myself throughout this show, “why is love not enough?”. How can two people love each other but their love not be enough to keep them together?

This concept of “right person at the wrong time” is thrown at us obviously in this episode. After longing to see the other and wanting to reconcile, Joon-young escapes from the hospital to head to Young-jae’s house, while Young-jae leaves her house in a hurry to visit Joon-young in the hospital. And once they realise they missed each other, it is Joon-young who insists on going to where Young-jae is.

After reconciling, the two join Young-jae’s workmates for a volunteering program outside of town, being their first trip together.

Their visit to the countryside allows Joon-young to share his modest dreams of living a quiet life in the country, working at a small police station while Young-jae works at a small hair salon. However, Young-jae who has worked hard all her life to get out of her poor life has more ambition than that and wants to work hard in the city. And again, their inability to compromise is evident as Joon-young dismisses his modest dreams to put Young-jae’s dreams ahead. Just like the hospital scene, it is Joon-young who goes to where Young-jae is.

Instead of having fun with the rest of the volunteer program, Joon-young becomes preoccupied with fixing a broken radio. Joon-young, who has always been competent and capable, is desperate to fix the radio because the radio has become a representation of their relationship. What once was a relationship that produced beautiful sounds, has become worn and broken by the personal insecurities they each held.

Perhaps if the radio can be as it used to be, their relationship can also return to how it was at the start. But while Joon-young keeps trying to bring back what once was, Yeong-jae will remain feeling apologetic and guilty for the sacrifices and efforts he makes to go to where she is.

On a side note, I have watched a few of Seo Kang-joon’s dramas and his eyes are so beautiful, yet they always seem to be ready to cry. If anybody is a personification of the ability to cry on demand, it is Seo Kang-joon and his eyes.

[tropicalsuki]

Rivers and Roads - Poe Dameron x reader

this takes place when you and Poe are teens (18/19)

summary: just a fluffy/sweet and kinda sad fic about growing up as children of the resistance. Poe and the reader try to find times to just be dumb teens and not have to worry about the future, but its something that can’t be avoided.

warnings: fluff!!! A kinda steamy scene. Also drinking

This fic idea stemmed from me being horrified about graduating in a few months

song inspo: Rivers and Roads by The Head and the Heart (a great song. highly recommend)

word count: 1.5k

this has the potential to turn into a series so let me know what you think!

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Yavin 4 was beautiful - it has always been, but tonight especially. The thick green woods stretched for miles in all directions and the lights from the resistance base below were a faint volcanic glow. The most beautiful part was above you. It may have been the alcohol in your system, but the stars seemed to swirl and dance in a private performance for you alone. It was almost... peaceful.

There hadn’t been a time of peace for as long as you could remember. 

Yes, the Empire had been defeated and the “war” had been won, at least that’s what the history books will remember. What they won't remember is the utter chaos and massacres and confusion that followed. The dictator was gone, which was what your parents had worked so hard for, but without a proper leader, dictator or not, any society would crumble. The resistance tried their best to keep the peace, but it was a daily battle and things didn’t seem to be improving. 

You felt a sort animosity towards life, towards the fact that you were forced to live in a time like this. A time where kids were forced to grow up quickly and were robbed of proper childhoods. You knew it was selfish to think like that - you were only one of the millions having to grow up like this - but you couldn’t help it. 

“What are you thinking about?”

Poe’s voice pulled you from your thoughts and you turned to look at him. He stared back at you with a lazy smile and curious eyes. Your heart grew heavy. Poe was the love of your life. He was your partner in crime. You wanted to spend every day of the rest of your life with him, but you knew that was wishful thinking. 

“Just... stuff. The war. This place. You,” you shrugged.

“You were thinking about me?”

“I’m always thinking about you.”

“I’m glad it’s mutual,” Poe teased you slightly. You smiled and took the large bottle from him, taking a long sip and letting the liquid fire crawl its way down your throat and pool in your gut with that tingling sensation you have gotten to know so well. 

Poe watched you, the adoration obvious in his gaze. You knew he loved you, you could tell. He knew the same about you. 

You rested your head on his shoulder, your head spinning, “I’ve been on this godforsaken place for too long. 18 years is too fucking long.”

Poe intertwined his fingers with yours, playing with your hands, “where would you go?”

“Probably Kijimi. I have family there. I could get a job as a spice runner with my uncle.”

Poe laughed, “there is no way I’m letting you become a spice runner.”

“Why not? It’s good money,” you shrugged, not opposed to the idea. It wasn’t the most honorable of jobs, but it was a place to start. Anything to get off of Yavin 4. 

Poe didn’t answer and the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the stars. You felt like two cathedral bells swaying together at the top of the tower. It was a few minutes before you finally spoke again. 

“I would ask you to come with me... but you have so much promise here, Poe. You’re barely an adult and you’re already one of the best pilots I know.”

“I can fight for the resistance anywhere. But it's not like I can be with you just anywhere,” Poe answered simply. 

Poe was right, you felt the same way. In a galaxy where things were constantly changing, Poe was always by your side. You had grown up with him, learned to fly with him, made dumb mistakes and got in trouble with him. You were a team. 

Poe began to stand up and you made a noise of complaint. 

“Come on, we’re going on a trip,” Poe grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him. 

The world around you swayed and you let out a laugh, “where? I like it right here.”

“The lake.”

“We’re not allowed outside the base after dark.”

“We’re also not allowed in the watchtower, yet here we are. You’ve never cared about rules,” Poe smiled. 

“One of us has to be a voice of reason,” you moved to wrap your arms around his neck. 

Poe pulled you close, “since when?”

You laughed and kissed him quickly before making your way towards the stairs. Poe hurried after you, both of you stumbling and giggling the whole way down. At the bottom of the stairs, you turned the corner before instantly retreated and pressing Poe against the wall. 

“What?” Poe frowned.

You raised a finger to his lips, “night patrol.”

Poe nodded and stayed silent, but once the patrol officers had passed, he stuck his tongue out and you snatched your hand away, making a face of disgust, “you licked me!”

Poe laughed, his breath hot on your skin, “oops.”

You tried to act mad but the feeling of being so close to him, mixed with the adrenaline of the situation and the buzz running through your body, made it difficult. Instead, you not so gently pressed Poe further against the wall and smashed your lips against his.  

Poe’s reaction was almost immediate. He kissed you back roughly, squeezing your thighs and signaling you to wrap your legs around him. You jumped up and he turned, your back now against the wall. Poe’s lips moved to your jaw and down your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. You whispered his name but your voice came out much louder than you expected. 

“Hey! Is someone back there?” a voice called. You saw flashlights heading your way. 

Poe quickly set you down and it took you a moment to snap back to reality. 

“Come on,” Poe grinned and grabbed your hand, running away from the patrollers and towards the path that leads to the lake. 

You hurried after Poe, your grin matching his own. It felt good, to just be teenagers doing dumb shit. The two of you slipped past another patrol officer and finally made it to the edge of the woods. You stopped and caught your breath before bursting into a fit of laughter. 

“What are you laughing at?” Poe asked as he laughed just as hard. 

“That was fun!”

“Well let's have some more. Race you!” 

Poe took off running and you gasped before bolting after him. As you ran down the path, the two of you started shedding your shoes and jackets and shirts until you were just in your underwear. As you reached the dock, you surpassed Poe and took the leap, plunging into the dark water. 

All thoughts went away and, for a moment, you were nothing. A particle of stardust floating in the neverending void of space. The water engulfed you like an old friend and you savored the moment, staying under for as long as you could before running out of air. 

When you resurfaced, Poe was floating beside you. His hair was wet and water droplets fell on his face. His eyes were bright, reflecting the light of the stars and other moons. The image was ethereal, and it almost made you cry. 

“What?” Poe poked your shoulder, a playful smirk on his face. 

“I don’t want to grow up,” you breathed, suddenly overwhelmed by the idea of being anywhere but right here. 

“I think we already have, love.”

You shook your head, “no. not completely. I still feel like a child. When will we stop feeling like children? I asked my mom and she said she still does sometimes. Even now. It’s a cruel paradox.”

Poe looked at you, sadness in his eyes. He moved his hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently across your skin.

“War is cruel. There’s not much we can do about that. We... we’ve lived more lifetimes than most.”

You let out a breath, leaning into his touch. The cold water swirled around you, whispering at you to take the leap. 

“Come to Kijimi with me.”

Poe let out a small laugh. 

“No jokes, Poe. I’m serious. I told you about my uncle, and my cousin Zorii says there’s so much opportunity there. We could leave.”

Poe was quiet for a moment, looking at you carefully, “are you sure?”

“With my whole heart.”

“Then yes.”

“Yes?” you weren’t sure why his answer surprised you. Of course he said yes.

“Yes. Where you go, I follow. Down any river and any road. We’re a team,” Poe gently pulled you close, giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

“I love you.”

“I know.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and splashed him with water. 

“Hey!” Poe complained. You started to swim away but he grabbed your leg and dragged you back, both of you laughing until your ribs hurt. 

Poe held you close to him, spinning slowly in the water, “I hope they have lakes on Kijimi.” 

You tried to wiggle away from him, still laughing, “I’m starting to hope they don’t.”

You eventually gave up on your attempt to escape. You leaned against Poe, feeling dizzy with joy as you stared up at the sky. Up at the stars that danced for you, singing a song of endless possibility.

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I may make a part two depending on reactions! Maybe of them going to Kijimi and Poe meeting Zorii? Much to think about...

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

Royal Growing Pains - Chapter Twenty

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, misgendering, sympathetic Deceit

Royal Growing Pains Tag

The worst bad thing about the rest of the dance practice was that Roman’s mother was there, so everyone had to deadname him. The second worst thing was that he was constantly getting criticised by his mother on his dance moves. The most irritating thing of the whole experience was that Damien seemed to do everything Logan was teaching them near-effortlessly, while Roman struggled to keep up.

They took a quick break after half an hour of dancing and Damien checked his phone, before immediately laughing. “Your brother is interrogating me,” he said in a low voice, showing Roman his phone.

Roman looked at all the questions Remus had spammed in the group chat before rolling his eyes and pulling out his own phone. re, cut it out. damien and i don’t even get our phones while we’re doing dance practice. and i don’t think damien wants to answer all those questions

Damien huffed and started typing, and Roman saw his message a moment later. that’s a blatant lie, i can and will answer any questions you have. later. when i’m not about to die from a broken neck dancing

please, your dancing is FAR better than mine, Roman shot back.

you two are SERIOUSLY having this conversation while standing next to each other, aren’t you? Remus asked.

Damien turned red and Roman choked on his laughter. you know me too well, re

of course i do, you’re my baby brother Remus replied.

“He’s older by two minutes!” Roman muttered indignantly, and texted as much.

Damien snickered. “If this is what you’re like when you get to interact with your brother, I’ll have to ask him around frequently. I enjoy when you’re full of life like this.”

“I’m ‘full of life’? As opposed to, what, dead inside?” Roman asked.

“I mean...the first time I saw you my first impression was that you were either about to pass out or just work on autopilot for an indeterminable amount of time,” Damien said with a shrug. “So dead inside applies.”

Roman snorted. “Honey, you haven’t seen me dead inside until I’ve had to spend a full day in meetings with Remus. That’s an experience I would never wish upon my worst enemy.”

“Really? Who would you wish it on, if not your worst enemy?” Damien asked.

Roman stared Damien dead in the eye and said with complete sincerity, “My parents.”

Damien howled with laughter, nearly falling over as his legs shook. “Oh, God,” he wheezed. “I was not prepared!”

“Clearly not,” Roman said, starting to giggle.

“I need—I need the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” Damien said, staggering away, still laughing.

Roman turned as Logan started clapping. “I have never seen anyone make Damien laugh that hard before two in the morning, bravo,” he said, completely deadpan.

“I nearly made him pee himself, didn’t I?” Roman asked knowingly.

Logan just arched an eyebrow and said, “What do you think?”

Roman giggled and walked over to Logan. “While he’s gone, I don’t suppose you could be my dance partner and show me something Damien doesn’t know yet?”

“I can be your dance partner,” Logan agreed. “But learning new steps might be a bit too ambitious for the two minutes he’s gone.”

“Can we try anyway?” Roman asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Logan said, helping Roman get in position. “Okay, now the very first thing you’re going to want to do is to keep your feet flat on the floor, or you risk the danger of twisting something...”

Roman nodded along as Logan walked him through the steps of a dance Roman had never heard of before. Roman did a lot of looking at his feet as they ran through it once, then again as it went twice. The third time, Logan forced Roman to keep his head up and they went through all the steps just in time for Damien to walk back in the room. “Hey!” he exclaimed indignantly. “Logan, you cannot just steal my fiancé!”

“Oh, but I can,” Logan said, smirking. “And I think she prefers dancing with me over you.”

Damien made an affronted noise as Roman laughed. “I like dancing with both of you,” he said, looking between them. “No need to make this a competition for my heart. Love triangles are overrated, anyway.”

“True, polyamory is far more ideal,” Logan agreed in a voice just this side of too soft for Roman’s mother to hear.

“Speaking from experience?” Roman asked as Damien walked over.

“No comment,” Logan said with a small smirk.

Damien sighed. “How much longer are we going to go through dance practice?” he asked.

“I can hold you both reasonably for another hour,” Logan said. “And then Her Highness has a meeting with the King.”

“I have a what?” Roman asked, voice shrill in shock.

Logan blinked. “Had no one told you? The king wanted to talk with you, one on one before the wedding.”

“Oh, great!” Roman said, hysteria rising in his chest. “That’s going to go over perfectly, I’m sure!”

“My dear, you’ll be fine,” Damien laughed. “My father and I have similar senses of humor and similar temperaments. You get on fine with me, I’m sure my father will find you a delight.”

“That does not make me feel any better,” Roman said simply. “You and I have also had disagreements as well.”

Damien sighed. “Well, my father said that whenever he planned on talking to you, I was not allowed in the room. Apparently I could influence your answers and make you be dishonest in order to spare my feelings, or something of that ilk. Something tells me the conversation won’t be about you, but me.”

“That doesn’t help!” Roman exclaimed, heart hammering in his chest. Would he have to tell the King that he liked Damien? What would the King do? How would he react? “If the conversation is about you, then what if I’m accused of being a poor influence? What if he says I’m not fit to stay here?”

“‘What if’ questions will get you nowhere but in trouble, my dear,” Damien advised. “Try to breathe.”

Roman made a distressed noise and Damien sighed. “My father has spoken to you all of maybe three or four times, my dear. He simply wants to know you better. And probably your thoughts on the whole situation here. He likes knowledge, and likes to know every view on a situation. Your perspective is one he hasn’t heard before. Please, just give yourself some room to breathe and relax. You’ll do fine,” Damien assured.

With great effort, Roman took in a shaky breath. “I’m not ready for that,” he said. “I’m not ready. Let’s just...let’s just dance. I need to take my mind off of that.”

Damien nodded and he and Roman danced for a while. Roman was shaky at first, but every time his hands started to tremble too hard Damien would give them a reassuring squeeze. Slowly, Roman was able to let go of his worries and just enjoy dancing for a while. But of course, all too soon, that had to come to an end.

Just as Roman was laughing at Damien twirling him, Virgil came into the room and said, “His Majesty wishes to speak to the princess.”

Roman’s stomach sank, not only at being misgendered but at the fact that the hour had passed so quickly. Damien gave Roman a soft smile. “You’ll do wonderfully, my dear. Just remember to be yourself, all right?”

Roman swallowed and nodded, even as his hands shook and his legs felt like jelly as he walked over to Virgil. To his credit, Virgil placed a reassuring hand on Roman’s shoulder. “I’m not ready for this,” Roman said simply as they walked out of the ballroom. “I’m not ready.”

Virgil sighed. “You’ll do fine, Roman. I know you haven’t spoken with the King much, but he’s nothing if not fair. He’ll give you a chance to explain whatever has been rattling around in your head if you ask for it.”

“I’m still not ready,” Roman repeated.

Virgil sighed, and turned to face Roman fully. “Roman, what are you worried about? Be honest. Because the king isn’t transphobic, he isn’t homophobic, and he takes secrets to his grave. There’s no reason for you to freak out over those things, at least.”

Roman sighed. “I just...he’s going to be my father-in-law. I want to give him a good impression,” he shrugged and mumbled, “I want him to think I’m worthy of marrying Damien.”

Virgil blinked. “Roman, the King won’t judge you on whether or not you’re ‘worthy’ of being married to his son. He already agreed to this whole ordeal, he wouldn’t have done that if he thought you would hurt Damien.”

Roman shifted on his feet and was about to protest when a voice said, “Ah, Virgil. I’ll take him from here.”

Turning, Roman paled. The King was there, looking at both of them. Virgil nodded and gave Roman one last, “You’ll be fine,” as he left.

“Come with me, Roman,” the King said.

Roman’s heart leapt into his throat as he complied, following the King down the halls to a study. The King sat down in one of the chairs in the study, and he gestured for Roman to sit in the chair across from him. “Please, have a seat.”

With his heart hammering in his chest, Roman sat down. “So...what did you want to talk to me about?” Roman asked.

The King offered Roman a small smile. “Relax, Roman, you’re not in trouble,” he said. “I just wanted to get to know you a little better and know what you felt about the situation we’ve all found ourselves in.”

“O-oh,” Roman said. “I mean, it’s okay, I guess.”

“Okay?” the King laughed. “Roman, you told your parents you were transgender and they promptly tried to marry you off to make you their ‘daughter’ again. Most people I know would not describe that as ‘okay.’”

Roman took a breath and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said softly.

The King leaned forward. “Roman, I want your honest opinion,” he said, not unkindly. “I talked to Damien. He said you didn’t want to be used as a chess piece, or a mold for your mother to live through. Where’s the man who holds that righteous indignation, who’s independent, who’s not afraid to tell people that he won’t sit down and shut up?”

“My mother is killing him,” Roman said honestly. “Slowly but surely, he’s dying.”

The King nodded in understanding. “I want to know what you think, son. Don’t be afraid of judgement here. Tell me what you think, and I promise it will never leave these walls if you don’t want them to.”

Roman leaned back into his chair and shook his head, laughing. “You want to know the most pathetic thing about this whole ordeal?” he asked. “I told myself I wouldn’t catch feelings. I told myself the second I got the chance, I’d file for a divorce and run away and never look back to my old life. And what do I do? I catch feelings! Because I’m a hopeless gay man who sees any shred of affection as reason for attraction and I fall hopelessly in love with anyone who treats me like someone who deserves to be respected.”

The King just sat there in silence, looking at Roman expectantly.

“And I know, I know I shouldn’t call myself pathetic, but that’s how I feel!” Roman exclaimed. “And I always do this! Anyone shows me attention that’s positive, and they’re not related to me and I feel affection for them! Usually, it goes away with time, or something happens that makes it fade faster, but no, everything Damien does makes it grow stronger! He makes sure I’m validated, and that I know my own worth, and he checks on me to make sure that I’m feeling all right and...and I love him for it, and I know I can never tell him. Because he doesn’t want to be married. At least, he doesn’t want to be married to me. He wanted the chance to be married to someone he truly loved, and I took that from him—”

“—Roman, that isn’t something that you took from him,” the King interrupted. “You didn’t go up to your parents and insist that you be married off. Your parents are the ones who came up with the idea. Blame them. I know that Damien in part blamed his mother and myself for the whole arrangement. What I haven’t told him yet is that your parents were threatening war if you didn’t get married to someone. It didn’t matter who, but if no one agreed, then they would start a war and make sure that everyone was dragged into it. We were their last hope. And, because we didn’t want to start a war with people who have a frankly appalling amount of money going into their military, we agreed. But your parents are the ones to blame here, not you.”

Roman buried his head in his hands with a groan. “I wish I could say I was surprised about their threats,” he said. “I really wish I could. But sadly, I’m not. They’re always like this. They threatened to send me home if I didn’t say I was wrong in how I felt. And you can’t fake how you feel, you know? That’s something that you can’t simply wave away and suddenly feel different. It’s real and it hurts to be told, ‘you’re not allowed to feel this way, because we don’t want you to.’ Like, do you really hate your own son so much? That you’d try to kill him? Just to keep your daughter?”

The King sighed. “I wish I could make sense of things for you, son. But the fact of the matter is that some people are just cruel. And nothing we can do will ever change that fact.”

Roman miserably nodded. “So that’s how I feel, I guess. Trapped, pathetic, and hopelessly crushing. Does that tell you all you need to know?”

“Well, I would appreciate being able to talk to you more, but that does give me a basis on what to talk about,” the King said. “Tell me a little more about why you like my son?”

“I mean...he’s kind, and funny, and he does his best to make sure that I’m okay even when things kinda suck and we’re trapped doing whatever to make sure my mother is happy. He’s just...honestly, he’s the kind of guy I’d crush on even if I weren’t doomed to be married by the end of the week. He’s cute, too. Like, when he smiles and laughs at something I say, he just sorta does this thing, where his eyes light up and if he tries to hide his laughter he can’t do it the whole way, and he just kinda shakes and it’s the most adorable thing,” Roman rambled. “It’s really fun to get to see. And he’s smart, he’s so smart, he told me he has an interest in philosophy? And one day I have plans to get him to rant to me about it in great detail so I can see the passion in his eyes and watch as he gets excited over it. I really want to know more about him. I want to...I mean, I want to know everything, but I’ll settle for learning whatever I can for the next week until my parents are out of the picture, you know? Once they’re gone, I can learn absolutely anything I want.”

“What would you want to know?” the King asked.

Roman shrugged with a sheepish grin. “Honestly, I’m not really sure,” he admitted. “Half of the fun is realizing you never would have thought to ask stuff but now you have all these new questions to ask because there’s a whole side to someone you never realized existed.”

“Ah, you’re one of those types,” the King said with a grin. “My wife is much the same, you and her will get along.”

Roman felt relief start to trickle through him. The King being relaxed and kind was starting to get Roman to relax as well. “So do you have anything else to ask me?”

“Well, I was going to ask you how you felt about my son, but you answered those questions for me,” the King said. “Once it became clear that you genuinely liked him, I wanted to make sure you would never intentionally hurt him, but I can see clearly that you very much care for him. Hurting him would never be your intention.”

“Yeah, of course not,” Roman said. “I’d never want to hurt Damien.”

“Then we’ll have no problems,” the King said with a grin. “The two of you can get married, and get to know each other better. I have no doubt that both of you have the potential to really love each other, given the time to get to know each other.”

Roman offered a small smile back. “I really hope so,” he admitted softly. “That would be amazing.”

The King nodded knowingly. “Would you like to talk more before dinner, or would you rather go find my son and talk to him?”

Roman considered. On one hand, he did want to talk to Damien more. On the other, he also needed some time away from his mother, and his mother would inevitably find him if he were with Damien. And now he was calm being around the King, so he didn’t have to worry about a panic attack or dysphoria here. “Why don’t we talk some more?” Roman proposed. “We can always see the others at dinner.”

The King gave Roman a genuinely delighted smile. “Excellent!” he said. “What do you want to talk about?”

Roman shrugged. “I don’t know. Any and everything, I suppose.”

“I can work with that,” the King said.

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There’s Only Us Left Now

So 2020 can go away now please. The last couple of days have been extremely rough mentally and I just didn’t have the energy to write or do much of anything. I’m still feeling a bit meh but I don’t want to leave you guys hanging so I wanted to update this before work today. Thank you to everyone whose been reading this! 

I Had a Dream I Was a Vigilante’s Side Kick pt. 3

           Wayne Enterprises had always been a place Halley was unfamiliar with. She’d only gone into the building a mere handful of times since being a Wayne but regardless she knew exactly where she was going. She still had her id badge Bruce had given her, hoping it still was active. She flashed it to the security at the door, gripping onto the new folder filled all the information she needed for this visit.

           She felt as if she permanently burnt a bridge with him after that night long ago when she broke out the Joker with the intent to kill him. She wasn’t mad that Bruce stopped her. She had grown to be thankful for it. The normalcy Halley had come to embraced until quite recently wouldn’t be possible if Bruce hadn’t been there to stop her. But there was still that voice in her head that told her that he hadn’t forgiven her.

           Dick and Alfred would tell her others and she had hoped them to be right. Bruce did start sending her invites to Gala’s and the likes about a year ago. He also made unannounced bank transfers into her account that Dick had set up for her when she started college. Bruce had done so quietly, not even telling Dick and had never tried to reach out to her for explanation.

           When she questioned Alfred about it on one of their Sunday lunch dates, the butler just said, “Master Wayne still cares. He wants you to be taken care of.”

           Halley bit the inside of her cheek at the memory and the feeling of still being unable to reach out. Even with forgiving Bruce, there was still a part of her that was bitter for stopping her. Jason’s words about how sending criminals to Arkham was the same as sending them through a revolving door were proven right by his death. And she also couldn’t stop herself from thinking that Bruce was only doing what he was doing for appearances. People started talking, wondering why his daughter was no longer appearing at events or spotted with the family.  

           Halley pushed herself back into focus, smiling at the guard as he granted her access into the building. She was relieved that it was only Batman Inc. that he revoked her access too after all. Taking a deep breathe she walked through the large lobby of the building, hearing the heels of her boots clicking against the tile floors.

           Her visit was unannounced but she felt confidence raging through her in determination to make her case heard and understood. She had thought of just sending her file of research straight to Alfred but she wanted to make sure that Bruce knew she meant her piece. She didn’t want him to just look over it with a shrug or scoff or whatever way he might. She wanted him to know that this Tim Drake meant trouble and wasn’t just another lost boy for him to take in and use.

           The elevator ride was long having to constantly stop on multiple floors of one of the tallest buildings in Gotham City but eventually she heard the ding for her floor. She exited and began to walk down the long hallway passing the large board room and other conference rooms until she reached the desk and secretary sat outside of Bruce’s office.

           “Excuse me,” Halley cleared her throat to gain the woman’s attention. “I’d like to talk to Bruce,”

           The woman looked up with her confused, unfamiliar of Halley’s face since she’d been out of the public eye for such a long time. The woman cocked her eyebrow up unsure who the girl thought she was to just walk in here and expect to see the big boss. Halley found herself chaneling her younger self, her own persona she had made to wear during Bruce’s charity Gala’s and such when the woman clearly wasn’t budging an inch.

           “I’m his daughter, Halley Wayne,” she gave a fake smile. “It’s a family emergency and I really need to speak to my father.” She hated the sound of her own voice but she pushed past it and hid the sneer she wanted to give at statement. She flashed her teeth at the woman again, raising the badge up to confirm she was who she was claiming.

           “Oh! Miss Wayne!” The woman’s attitude changed, rushing to stand and move to Bruce’s door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. Let me just let him know you’re here, he’s in a call.”

           Halley watched as the woman disappeared behind the large oak doors. Halley bit her lip, looking around the room, trying to hide her impatience. She saw the large portrait hug on the opposing wall of the door of Bruce’s parents and smiled softly at it. As she gazed at the portrait she also noted the one Alfred had forced them to do hung right next to it. It was one of Bruce, herself and Dick and Jason. She frowned at that painting.

           “Halley?” Bruce’s concerned voice tore her out of her loathing. He stood by the open doors, his secretary making her way back to her desk. “Is everything okay?”

           “Hey Bruce,” Halley nodded to him, turning around to face the man.

           She looked him over seeing just how worn down he looked even though to the average person he’d look fine. She could tell from his eyes. He looked at her with mixed emotions. He was shocked to see her and she felt somewhat prideful. She had managed to pull one over the big bats. She shook the thought away knowing that she was here for a reason.

           “Can we talk?” She asked, gripping the folder tighter.

           “Of course come right in.” He said moving out of the way and motioning for her to enter his office first.

           She made her way in and waited for him to close the door before turning to face him. She knew he had his office under tight security and knew she could speak freely. She didn’t wait a second longer and held up the manila folder she had held securely the entire walk and train ride to the building. Bruce took note of the folder and looked at her silently asking for an explanation. She handed it off to him. He opened it and quietly browsed through the pages she had placed inside.

           “His name’s Timothy Jackson Drake.” She spoke at he looked at the first couple of pages. “He’s fifteen years old; lives in the East End. He has an IQ of 142 and actually got the Wayne Scholarship for a full ride through Gotham Academy.” She started, as Bruce stopped reading and looked up at her.

           He didn’t yet question the significance or relevance of the information, knowing it must be important if it brought Halley to him after all this time. He wore a serious look as she didn’t falter and continued on,

           “His parents are Jack and Janet Drake. Jack’s a business man. Not to your caliber but good enough. He’s attended some of your Gala’s and charity events. His mother’s a stay at home mom, only works a couple of shifts at a local flower shop.” She spoke, finding herself moving to look around the office, as if it would help her get through this faster. She paused as she stood in front of the large windows overlooking the heart of Gotham.  

           “I did some more digging though because it seemed too clean and there were a couple of transactions in Jack’s accounts that just didn’t add up to me.” She explained. “Jack’s found himself tangled up with Oswald Cobblepot after taking out a couple a loans from him to help pay the rent” She frowned as Bruce meet her stare.  “Like I said he’s a business man but not like you. He was down on his luck and I guess making a deal with the Penguin seemed logical.” Halley huffed rolling her eyes at the man’s stupidity.

           “What does this have to do with the boy?” Bruce asked looking back into the file; most of the information wasn’t on Jack but instead his son.

           “Well, his son knows about us to start.” Halley said bluntly causing Bruce too look at her with firm eyes. “He figured it out. He recognized Dick after seeing him in action a few months back on TV with the Titans; he had seen the Flying Grayson’s as a kid and he quickly put two and two together. He came to me and told me he knew who we were. He asked me if he could be Robin.”

           Halley paused, hesitating on telling him about that but she knew she had too. As much as this was killing her she had to be fully transparent about this. She felt like the kid’s life could be at stake if she wasn’t honest to Bruce. She stored back any pettiness she had left and continued,

           “I think he knows about his father and Cobblepot.” She said looking down and shaking her head. “I think he wants to become Robin to try and help his father or something; I don’t really know that part but Bruce, he can’t. He-,”

           “He’s just a kid.” Bruce finished, lowering his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair before walking over to his desk and placing the folder onto it. “Who else knows about this? Have you spoken to Dick?”

           Halley shook her head no. Dick had sent her a text asking if everything was alright after getting the notification of her being in his safe house. She had lied and said she needed a quiet place to work on her paper. She didn’t want him to worry, so she decided to keep in him in the dark for now at least.

           Bruce nodded at his former ward, placing his hands in his pants pocket. He walked out from behind the desk and made his way back over to her near the window. “Thank you for coming to me with this. I’ll look into it; make sure he doesn’t do anything foolish.” Bruce paused.

            Halley bite her lip and nodded to him hesitantly. It was as if she was beyond uncomfortable in his presence. He frowned at this and opened his mouth to speak again, “Thank you for feeling like you could come to me with this. I know it’s been a while since we’ve last spoken and I am truly sorry for how things left off. I was just doing what I thought was right.”

           “I’m not here to talk about that Bruce,” she snapped, glaring down at her feet. She felt the sharp pang of awkwardness take over after she lashed out and cursed to herself. She had gotten better with that and here she was again.        “I’m sorry, I just-“She sighed, looking up at him for real this time. Bruce didn’t apologize and if he did it was very rare. “I forgive you, Bruce. I forgave you a long time, I just wasn’t sure if you had forgiven me.” She admitted.  “You had done the right thing and I should be thanking you.” She smiled just a crack, finding her voice again. “Just make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid okay?”

           She started to head towards the door knowing that she had nothing left to say but was stopped when Bruce spoke up again, “You could help me with this, you know. I think you’ve proven to yourself and me that-,”

           “No; thank you but no,” Halley cut him off, shaking her head at the thought. “I’m not a hero and the days of me pretending to be one are long over.”

           Halley left without another word feeling her mood shift once again as she closed the door behind her. She gave the secretary a fake smile again before heading back down the hall to the hallway towards the elevator. She tapped her foot against the floor anxiously waiting and hoping and praying that Bruce wouldn’t come after her. And for once luck was on her side as the door opened before any such thing could happen.  She entered and pressed the button for the ground floor immediately suddenly wanting to get as much distance from herself and this place as soon as possible.

           She felt multiple ranges of emotions. Satisfaction, reluctance, confidence and temptation. She had finally talked to Bruce; she had finally gotten the justification of knowing that he didn’t think so lowly of her. Maybe all of his quiet attempts to reach out weren’t just some show? But she still was hesitant to believe it. Actions spoke louder and he had never personally and verbally tried reaching out. He had only ever done so in hiding. And then she had also stood her ground. She went in and said her piece without once wavering. But then he had to go and ruin it. He just had to go and tempt her by offering her a place back in the life that had almost ruined her.

           She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head pushing herself to walk as quickly but unsuspiciously out of Wayne Enterprises. She had done her part. She had made sure the information had gotten shared and she could get back to her life and put any invitation of her old life back where it belonged. She had more important things to worry about, like school papers and homework and other more tasking things.

           What a joke, she chuckled to herself. There was a time when the things she had just listed off didn’t even come close to importance and now here she was putting them higher up on her list. The thought made her spiral back into the thoughts of her old life and how it really had going on close to three years this April since Jason’s death and her giving up her mantle. It had been even longer since she first met him and became Nightshade; longer since she was face to face with her father.

           “Stop,” she whispered to herself before she walked to the sidewalk to hail a taxi.

           It wasn’t long before she was able to get ones attention and quickly told the driver to bring her to Gotham University. She had more important things to concern herself with than Batman and Tim Drake; she had a paper she still needed to finish writing.